The Witch King's Reincarnation Into a Useless Pervert
When Raynare killed Issei, a different dying soul took place that should have been his own.
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Warning: Rated M for adult content
Issei was dying. People died all the time, but never this young. It was this fact that had shook him so. He was dying at the ripe age of 18, on his first date.
No, he was not caught in some traffic accident or even worse case of allergies that plagued the youth of Japan, he was dying in what could only be described as a quite fantastic and terrible. He knew that there were guys that were masochists, but this was too much!
Why did it have to end this way?
Why had the girl who had first asked him out turned to be some damn angel of death?!
It wasn't fair, he cried to himself as he bled out on the floor, where Yuuma had skewered him with a spear of light. One thing did comfort him, angels were real, which meant he could go to heaven! He may not have been a Muslim, read Quran or even practised something close to religion, but he was sure that if he'd make it into heaven, God or Kami would look the other way about his minor indiscretions and acts of harmless peeping that surely didn't count as the sin of Lust!
Hell, he could be a harem in king in heaven, ha!
What a bad joke, he thought with tears wetting his cheeks. Nothing could be worth this, his parents still needed him, there was so much that he could have done. So much that would now amount to nothing at all.
In the distance, the brown-haired teenager could hear footsteps rushing towards him and suddenly a sense of coldness washed over him. Everything felt numb to touch and sluggishly he raised his hands towards the sky, wishing that it wasn't simply the end for him.
For Issei Hyoudou, his prayers had reached something beyond space and time. A shadow covered the sun in his vision, leaving a black circle with tongues of white playing at the edges of the eclipse. A darkness that seemed to be looking directly at him. One of mankind's deepest fears was those of the unknown and despite dying, the teenager found in himself the ability to fear…
Why couldn't he have died in arms of a cute girl?
Rias Gremory was not having a good day.
Hyoudou Issei was dying, and it was all her fault. She really should have been faster and not wasted time with Akeno in that café as they tailed the Fallen Angel who had infiltrated Kuoh Academy. Granted the pervert hadn't been a particularly agreeable person, peeping and being a general lecher aside, but to her it was almost adorable, like a puppy that hadn't gotten neutered.
This was supposed to go on differently, the redhead thought as her sneakers rubbed against the cobbled stone road as she spread her bat-like wings to grant her even more momentum before her chance to resurrect the pervert was gone forever. On her heels was Akeno Himejima, her own mismatched wings flapping in the wind, the raven-haired schoolgirl keeping her distance as she scanned for threats. Her Queen was too dependable sometimes, but she didn't mind it that much.
Now she'd only have to reach the bleeding boy and he would be hers.
However, in Rias overconfidence she forgot how fragile a normal human could be and as he was within reach, the boy's raised hand collapsed by his side.
"W-wait a minute" the redheaded girl knelt by the body, her wings de-materializing "You can't die just like that!"
She cried to the warm corpse, who did not respond at all.
The hole in his chest was an answer enough. Oh Maou, she could see bone and bits of lungs that clung to the sides of the void where his heart was supposed to be.
In her hands the Evil Piece almost slipped through her fingers. Rias was no stranger to death, but a pit started to form in her stomach. This was something that she had caused. Even if the one she had gotten killed was just a harmless pervert.
A pervert who had two living parents.
Two parents who wanted their son to come back home.
The very same son, who was lying before her, dead and with empty eyes and a mirthless expression gracing his lips. Usually, her magic destroyed all traces of her victims and seldom it did allow her to look at the carnage she had wrought. Now the pale face of the boy in front of her was much more different.
"Akeno?" she looked at her retainer "Did we get him killed?"
"Tch" Akeno refused to look directly in her eyes and merely rested her hand on her shoulder "We were too late, that's all"
"We could have nabbed the Fallen Angel without this scheme and now a schoolmate is dead" the redhead devil continued to protest, looking more distressed. The barrier still held, but not for long. How would she explain this to nee-sama?
"What are we going to do now?" she looked down at the body, who offered no opinion of his own. Still lying there on a warm spring day. It was terrible that the cherries were in full bloom here.
She turned to her childhood friend to ask her thoughts on the matter "Akeno, we can't just leave him here, right?"
The Nephilim looked back at her with eyes wide and an extended finger "I thinks there's a more serious problem, look"
Whipping her head around the redheaded devil girl could only blink in response as surreal scene took place before her. The shadow of the body was rising from the ground on its own accord and covering the wound, as if it was…healing him?
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Akeno pinched Ria's breast, which caused the other girl to yelp and smack her hand, secretly being thankful that the barrier of the Grigori was a sturdy one.
With rapt attention both girls watched as the black phenomenon filled the cavity and covered the ruined shirt as a cloak, underneath the shadow, Issei's chest began to rise and fall, slowly but surely, she heard him breathe and better yet, the devil hearing allowed her to hear his heartbeat, which beat, well, normally.
"Is this his Sacred Gear?" the redhead blinked her blue eyes
"Haven't heard of anything like it unless, someone in his family got busy with something we have no idea of even existed"
"That doesn't matter!" Rias cheered and grabbed the pawn piece with renewed zeal "He's alive and I'll have pawn!"
"Well, it's your call, though I wonder if he'll actually survive this, Rias" Akeno rolled her own crimson orbs and crossed her arms over her chest.
As the crimson haired devil tried to place the black pawn piece on the young man's chest, where the shadowy substance still worked unceasingly, she felt that more and more pieces were needed and widened her eyes as all eight pawn pieces disappeared in the shadowy void as if no ritual was necessary. She felt the pact between them stabilize and take shape as it had with her previous peers, but how did it happen if she hadn't even initiated the ritual to transform him?
That did exceed all her expectations; however, it did exceed them too much as now she would have none of the pawn pieces left, all devoured by the shadow in front of her. What was worse was that in her hand that had placed the pawn, now rested the piece of knight. What the hell was Hyoudou's Sacred Gear?!
"I did not expect this" Akeno spoke up as the shadow receded, melding back into the one cast by Issei's body, leaving him untouched, albeit a little paler "This just means that he has much more worth than what we are initially though. That and now we know what the Fallen are doing on our turf"
"This is pretty important, but we'll deal with that once my newest pawn is fully introduced to the supernatural"
Inside Issei's room, the body on the bed opened his eyes.
Everything felt…wrong…
He remembered the end of the world, the laughter of thirsting gods and shadows enveloping him. Where was he now? Was this a prison the Chaos Gods had consigned him to?
Groaning the Witch King of Naggaroth rose from the bed and wrinkled his nose at the state of his lodgings. It was a small, cramped room consisting of a bed, few aesthetically barren closets and a sleek black glass slab attached to a steel frame was sitting on the desk. Something that eerily resembled a mirror. Looking down at his body, the former elven king had to stifle a grasp as it most definitely was not his body.
Gone was the towering shape that had spread fear into lesser beings and the Asur, now twig like arms and legs, muscle traded for soft flesh was his body now. Raising his hands by his head, the sorcerer attempted to seek comfort in the fact that though diminished he may have been, he still was an elf.
His ears were round.
What in Khaine's name had happened to him?!
Jumping out of the bed, he noted that he was far more sluggish than he could ever remember himself being.
His torment did not cease when he found himself a mirror.
At him looked back a human child, a painfully average human male with brown hair and brown eyes. This made him stumble backwards and onto the closest chair possible. A hollow laughter escaped his lips and Malekith, who was a very worldly elf, for the first time in his life was completely lost.
Pulling at his cheeks and hair did not dispel the glamour and what was worse was that he could not feel the winds as he knew them. Instead there was a prevalent sense of magic everywhere, but he knew not how to tap into it like he had used to with Dhar.
"Issei, darling, is everything alright?" an older, feminine voice called "You didn't come to dinner, your father is going to eat everything if you don't hurry"
"I'm not feeling hungry" Malekith lied through his teeth, hoping that whoever this female was to Issei, she would accept his lie.
"Well don't blame me if you go hungry tonight" the voice huffed and by the sound of light footsteps leaving, the elf turned human alone in the dark room. Thankfully, the room contained a shelf for various tomes, and this was where the former warlord would find the truth of his existence.
Grabbing the first book, he expected it to be a travelogue or an encyclopaedia, not a very explicit erotic material featuring naked human women. After similar experiences with various other books and strangely printed smaller tomes, the Witch King had to ask himself
Was the previous host of this body a damned Slaneeshi devotee?
A.N:
Poor Malekith, End Times killed his universe and now he's stuck in the body of a Echii series protagonist. Luckily for him, Ulgu came with him and that should help him somewhat. Next up, Malekith navigating modern human society and realizing just how…wrong…the world is.
This probably won't go very much farther unless for some unfathomable reason you want to see more of this.
Be merry
-Spook