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
Chapter 1: HE DID WHAT?!
This world, Earth, was solely populated by humans. To Malekith, who had been a champion of the Elves and a proud supremacist of their reign, this was not a hard truth to swallow, but a rather uncomfortable realisation that he was completely alone in this strangeness. He would have preferred any company of his kindred, even Alith Anar's to the solitude he would surely experience.
There were many things that made him seethe with rage, however most were not directly related to the most advanced realm of man, where technologies unseen reigned supreme. Missiles capable of killing from across oceans, objects in space capable of surveying the world without anyone knowing, but best and worst of all was that the humans had created this so-called Internet and other communication devices that could give instant, uninterrupted way to exchange information! What concerned him was that such powerful devices could be accessed by everyone and seldom limited.
What was even more ridiculous that most of the world was democratic, ruled by councils elected by people, what a joke! He was certain that much like in his world even if there was a democracy, someone was pulling the strings. Reading up on Earth's history he found that this was a relatively recent development and could be a subject to change, granted if 20th century was anything to go by.
With these advancements came downsides and those were that these people grew prosperous, maybe too prosperous, which exacerbated the state in which Morathi could have founded her cults and made them prosper. Luckily, he did not feel the warp surrounding him, which eased his worries somewhat.
However, he had more pressing problems right now.
Apparently, the boy whose body he had taken as his own was an incorrigible pervert, in a former all-girls school of all things. It was extremely foolish and borderline on insanity given his aims. Hyoudou Issei had been an average student and an infamous pervert to the faculty and student body, with what came all the usual troubles of being an outcast.
If the foolish boy had wanted to have someone to spill his seed in, why didn't he craft his body into a paragon of physical wellness, educate himself on all things and groom himself accordingly. It was as if fate had wanted Malekith to reincarnate into most boorish of peons on this world to torment him.
However, there were more pressing issues, his parents.
Issei's parents were remarkably average people and a far cry from his own storied father and mother, something that he was glad for. Still, he knew that he would sooner or later face this charade and reveal to them that their son was dead and a stranger was living inside his body.
"Issei" the boys mother called through the door "It's time for school!"
"I'm awake Kaa-san" Malekith did his best drowsy impression and pushed himself off the floor, delighting in the way his body ached. Little bit of work and he would reach the peak of this body's athletic capacity soon.
Now his biggest challenge was the school he had to attend.
His wardrobe was a mess, but those were baby steps. Forgoing the hideous red tunic, Malekith chose the black pants, jacket and the white dress shirt. It was a far cry from the robes and armour he had worn in his long life, but currently it would have to do.
"Sup' Issei" Bald headed youth jovially approached him from behind, and it was Matsuda, one of Issei's few friends in school, who slung an affectionate hand around his shoulder. It was another sad sight to see as the shaved headed human had once been a promising sportsman, who now was just another delinquent pervert, chief in capturing women's naked bodies with another revolutionary human invention- the camera.
"Hello Matsuda" Malekith greeted him back and raised an eyebrow at the pictures that was shoved in his face as a cry of "Hey, wait for me!" could be heard behind them.
This was Motohama, he was much more level-headed than the other pervert and possessed the remarkably watchful gaze that could have been worthy for a scout, but like his other 'friend' chose to squander his abilities by being a pervert. He was a brown-haired boy, far thinner than issei and Matsuda, wearing glasses that seemed to almost reflect light of the sun.
"So whatdaya think of these beauties?" Matsuda asked as the bespectacled youth caught up to them and if Malekith had to reply, then the girls in the pictures wouldn't have been much sport for the Corsairs of Karond Kar, whose standards were viciously low when it came to physical pleasures. However, in the human realm he supposed that they could have been considered more than passable.
"They're alright I guess, importantly- were you caught?" with a raised eyebrow Malekith turned his head to the muscular boy, who without shame or remorse merely shrugged.
"What does it matter? Kendo girls are nothing we can't handle by ourselves. Besides its going to be only a couple of bruises"
"Can't say I'm too keen to experience it" the Witch King grumbled and shook the embracing hand off. These two were another thing he would need to cast off if he was to thrive in this world, or the very leas make them into something useful. However, these were only small steps that he needed to take.
His reputation was in ruins already and Malekith saw no issue of him just quietly improving himself and leaving this institution of learning. Immortality was another of things he had to achieve in order to thrive in this world. Morathi had taught him the secrets of forever youth, but he doubted that the same ingredients could be found in this world.
"Um, guys" Motohama clapped him on the shoulder "Kendo club has found us! Every pervert for himself!"
Turning around the elf trapped in human's body saw a small group of girls with practice swords running towards them, chanting bodily harm for the perverts who peeped on them . Honestly, the Witch King could easily understand the desire for bodily harm for the breach of their privacy. He could even admire the girls spirited effort to excise these perverted brats from the gene pool, but as fate would have it, he was considered as one among them.
Which made them his problem.
"Hold it right there you scum!" the leader of the Kendo club called out to the trio of whom two had already fled, leading Malekith alone to deal with the women. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to face the furious females. It was evident, no matter the universe, women were going be his problem. It was better to deal with this as soon as possible.
"That means you Issei-teme!" the leader cursed as three girls split off from the crowd of 12 and chased after his fleeing 'comrades'.
"I assure you that I was not involved in this scheme" Malekith raised his arms, ignoring the muscle ache.
"Well too bad your assurances doesn't mean anything" the blonde girl sneered and raised her blade "If you won't squirm this will be over soon."
"What if I told you that I had no wish to endure your beatings?" he raised an eyebrow as he looked at the six girls, in their black and white uniforms, wooden sword imitations in their grasp. He supposed that with little difficulty he might be able to triumph.
"Too bad, you're going to visit the school nurse anyways!"
"You chose this" the ancient elven king sighed in what most likely looked out of character for a pervert such as an Issei "I hope that you will not complain to the headmaster or the Student Council afterwards"
"Oh, shut up!" the leader scowled and in unison launched themselves at the brown-haired youth.
To Malekith this body was very unbecoming of his stature, reflexes and senses being dulled and less refined than those of his kin, but he had something that trumped everything these girls possessed.
"Give me that" the Witch King sneered as he grabbed one girl's wrist that attempted to flank him and wrested the toy from her grasp. Spinning her around, he locked his arm around her pointed the sword at the rest of the Kendo club. He had no time for ceremonial swordplay.
"Ouch, Argh! Let go!" the dark-haired girl thrashed in his grasp as Malekith just squeezed her neck tighter. Just so tight that she could not chatter any further.
"I repeat that I was not involved in breach of your privacy today" he adjusted his grip, so she did not trash as much. Her clubmates seeing one of their own being manhandled so roughly and the changes in the resident made them waver a bit.
"You still saw those pictures!"
"Yes, and frankly I've seen better" Malekith cut back and seeing them flush embarrassment "At this point those two just want female attention. With all adult material available nowadays"
"P-Pervert!" someone screamed and to the Lord of Naggarond it was as water was to a duck, so he shrugged at the insult.
"I will not apologize" he deadpanned "However, I will cease my association with that particular brotherhood in exchange for peace"
"How can we believe you?" blades were reluctantly lowered and as a show of goodwill, the elven sorcerer lowered his own.
"Call it a sudden revelation" then he released his hostage, who immediately attempted to knee him in his privates, but Malekith merely backhanded her, knocking the girl down with a cry for help. Tears welled in her eyes as a crimson bruise adorned her cheek. Malekith chastised himself, perhaps he was being too lenient.
"Do not attempt to follow me for a foolish attempt at revenge" with that warning, he threw back the sword at his former captive and proceeded towards his classes, clearly aware that he had gathered an audience. Whispers continued and the heir of Aeanarion assumed that it was a good thing. Kendo Club girls were many things, but from what information he could pierce together it, they would not be so craven as to hit a man in the back, especially with witnesses around him.
This was only the beginning of changing the preconceptions about Hyoudou Issei.
"It was a pity that of all people you had to run into me" the man in the trench coat and a brimmed hat threatened Malekith as darkness enveloped the section of the park, where the sorcerer had attempted to study magic.
"I'm afraid that you have mistaken me for someone else" the dark Elven sorcerer retorted at which the man in the trench coat snorted and shook his head. While the Witch King had conquered a human's body, his elven soul immediately recognized that this was not a mere human, even judging by the subtle aura of menace that surrounded him. It was not a daemon or any sort of spirit, yet it was distinct aside from humanity.
"Tell me who is your master!" the being demanded and to Malekith it was an insult. He was his own master. For such foolish presumption this man would not leave here alive, or the very least without suffering tremendously
"I recognize no such being" he cut back and carefully raised his bag to his chest. This was going to end badly for the assailant if he kept trying his ageless patience. The question of the day was whether or not it would be a quick death for the fool that dared to accost the Witch King.
"Perhaps you might be a Stray?" he continued, heedless of Malekith's own retort, something that greatly incensed the elven ruler "Then it would be no big deal if I were to eliminate you"
Two black wings of feathers spread from his back and a spear of pure light made manifest in his hand.
"An angel?" Malekith raised an eyebrow, which did surprise the attacker, who stared at him with amusement. Clearly, he was wondering why teenage boy was not fleeing.
"Oh my, were you a believer?" the angel with pitch black wings asked, pulling back his hat slightly, revealing his bloodthirsty grin "It will make my work much easier, after all sending one's soul back to God is a noble thing, though I am fallen"
It was Malekith's turn to smirk.
"I'm sorry but I have no wish to leave this world so soon" he shook his head and threw the brown leather school-case at the angel, who batted it aside with hand as he aimed the lance where the brown-haired youth's body should have been.
"Do forgive me that my magic is not nearly as refined as it could be, but this world requires different laws to make True Dhar work." His hands were wreathed in black and purple fire, grass around him wilted and grew again in a span of seconds.
Then the angel attempted to throw the spear, but instead froze in pain as the entirety of his body spasmed in agony, before a blade of shadows cut off his lance arm and one of the black wings. It was almost as if a different person was holding the blade and to Malekith it was simply sublime. He felt that he could almost access his old prowess, the wondrous and terrible magic that could level cities and rout armies.
Approaching the incapacitated foe, Malekith did feel a little bit lighthearted, it was likely the side-effect of using magic, but he had fared worse. Coming within three sword lengths, he continued to maintain the spell of pain, not willing to take chance with the fallen angel.
"Could you not touch this-" a beautiful voice called behind the Witch King, before it abruptly stopped "Issei, did you do this?"
Malekith prepared another spell of agony, he had no intent of witnesses surviving.
There were three girls who had interrupted his interrogation of the fallen angel all with remarkable beauty. The elven sorcerer recalled that he had seen all three of them at Kuoh Academy. Two of them nicknamed the Great Beauties of Kuoh and the white-haired girl, he had seen hanging around the redhead.
Redhead and the Raven haired one were very well endowed for their age, whereas their third companion was lacking. What interested him the most was the quiet sadism coming from the black-haired girl, whose demeanour reminded him too much of myriad of sorceresses he had bedded and known. From her fingers danced golden lightning and that was another problem. He knew that magic and supernatural officially did not exist in this world, but here they were and proving him that separately from the ordinary world, a second one remained, governing the strange and fantastic. His true obstacle to carve out his own dominion.
"If he was your comrade, I will not apologise" Malekith placed one hand behind his back, readying a spell of illusory death.
"My, my~" sultrily the black-haired girl touched her cheek "I may me beautiful as an angel, but I'm certainly not one"
She definitely had the temperament and the body for being a sorceress.
"He's not our comrade" the crimson haired girl shook her head "in fact we came looking you, Issei as we were worried your life would be in danger"
"Why exactly? Not to offend you, but we have never spoken before"
"You did attempt to spy on us as we were changing" That did sound like the pathetic boy whose body he had stolen, apparently Issei Hyoudou had attracted some trouble that had involved him with the supernatural "You don't remember Amano Yuuma?"
"Who is that?" it had taken considerable amount to piece together the life Issei had led, but details still eluded Malekith, for better or worse. Clearly this human boy hadn't been as ordinary as he had once before supposed.
Looking at him, the redhead seemed both puzzled and serious "Issei, she was the fallen angel that killed you." She tired to gently broach the news, but there was little that could surprise the Witch King.
Although, that did explain quite a few things about his reincarnation in this pervert's body. It seemed that his search for the supernatural was now complete.
A.N:
Thank you for all of those who decided to leave a review. For those who haven't seen Shinmai Maou no Testament, please do it, its pretty great. I stole the structure from "Time Erodes All" by Spartansneverdie312, who is a fellow CEO of Geo appreciator. I'd suggest to check his work out as it's quite enjoyable.
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Rhivan: Huh, didn't know that bit, but it does work hand in hand for what I have planned. Though it's hilarious as Malekith in his old life was a 8ft tall gigachad which goes contrary to Issei's cannon looks so fucking much.
Asharzal: Armour he cannot remake, it was one-of-a-kind magic item Hotek created, but the rest are doable as those were crafted by Malekith's old hand. It would only require one modern city's worth of souls to make, but Earth is overpopulated anyways, and nobody cares about what happens outside 1st world.
Grognost: sadly Malekith couldn't influence that particular instance, but he is not going to be a servant for long.
Next up we get Rias&co., Ddraig and a mystery guest. Also, should I change the title?
Be merry
-Spook