(Chapter 1: A New Alternative)
So when all it takes is one simple change to cause a momentous wealth of new possibilities, what if when Issei had unfortunately perished on his date with Raynare. That Rias is too late to revive him and Ddraig decides to find a new host that will be strong enough for what is to come against his archrival Albion; and the many supernatural threats in the world.
(May 8th, 2018, 3:45 Pm, Austin, Texas)
It was a quarter till 4 in the afternoon as one Tyson Hagler was out kicking it with his brother Darian as the 20-something had felt pretty good about himself the past 2 months.
"I don't know what it is, Darian. But I'm telling you, I have been feeling on top of the world lately!" Tyson said as the two were out grabbing some pizza
"I mean I feel stronger than ever, I feel like I could take a punch from George Foreman himself when he was in his prime. Heck, the guys at the gym said my punches are strong as shit now. So to put it simply, your brother feels like he's on top of the world and then some!" Tyson joyously added before devouring his 3rd slice of meat lovers' pizza
"No shit, Tyson. I've watched you spar at the gym, and you aren't wrong. I mean heck your knocking out guys left and right. At this point, they may as well call you the One Punch Man." Darian spoke as he took a bite out of his own pizza
"You know what, I'm not exactly against getting called that. Especially if at the rate I'm going, I'll be a future champ in no time when I actually start going pro." Tyson said with a broad grin
"By the time you do go to the big leagues. I doubt anyone is gonna stop you. Because with God as my fuckin' witness you are a behemoth." Darian replied looking at his larger older brother
Tyson very much fitting the statement made by his younger brother at standing at a staggering 6 foot 5 and being a 270-pound brick wall of a man who was built like a black bear, with broad shoulders, barrel-shaped chest, canned ham sized fists, and hulking stature. With him the standard blood-red eyes and white hair that all in his family shared, although his was done in a short undercut, with him having a slightly hooked nose and fair skin.
With him wearing a Sinestro t-shirt and jean shorts with a brown leather belt around his waist, and a pair of black and white Vans high-tops on his feet, while on his right forearm was the Venom symbol.
By contrast, his brother stood at a height of 5 foot 8 with a more lithe build like some who did long-distance runs, and other athletics of that sort; with him having the same red eyes and white hair like his brother, except his hair was down to the nape of his neck in a wild untamed mane and his eyes were smaller and almond-shaped. With him having a small number of tattoos of various metal bands from Slipknot, Tool, Blind Guardian and Twelve Foot Ninja, that combined with his oddly fearsome demeanor and expression that was affixed in a menacing grin made him look like an incredibly vengeful stoner.
His attire consisted of a Dragonball Z t-shirt with Ultimate Gohan fighting Kid-Buu, a pair of cargo shorts on his person and some Black Air forces to tie everything together.
"But other than me killing it with my training and my amateur fights, which by the way I have just been crushing it in. How's everything with you, Darian?" Tyson asked his brother who was drinking out of his bottle of Dr. Pepper
"Not half bad actually. Other than a few things here and there that get in the way of what I do. Not much is going on." Darian answered back
"I mean the only other thing that's pissing me off is that I'm trying to get these dope-ass books on some stuff on gravity. But unlike you and your hot-streak of fucking people up. I haven't had that much luck." Darian mentioned getting his brothers' attention
"Anything I can help you out with?" Tyson asked
"Not really. I already got a friend of mine helping me out. So I'm good with that." Darian told him
"Anyone, I know?" Tyson asked once again as he continued munching on his pizza
"No...Although you'd vibe with him pretty well. If anything you two would get along pretty great actually, now that I think about it." Darian answered back
"Hey, if this friend of yours is in town...Let me know, I'm always happy to chop it up with someone." Tyson replied, the behemoth always happy to meet someone new
"Oh, I will, as I have a feeling you two will get along famously." Darian told his titan of a brother
"Speaking of people getting along famously. How have things been going on with you and that Luna girl you've been seeing?" Darian asked his brother
"To be honest, it's been going pretty great so far." Tyson responded with a wide smile
"I'd hope so, considering you two have been doing this long-distance thing for about 3 years next Wednesday." Darian said back as his brother was downing his 2nd bottle of lemonade
"Well, after I got her to go to counseling. Considering that one of her friends was giving her shit advice. I mean, seriously if someone didn't get that girl to see a therapist...I'm pretty sure things would've got real fucked up." Tyson spoke knowing full well that things could've gone south for his girlfriend had she not gotten help
"You ain't wrong. Honestly, its a wonder how she hasn't been in an asylum with the shit she's been through...No offense to her or anything, but she seems like a bit of a Looney Tune if you get my drift." Darian replied knowing his brothers girlfriend had been through the ringer
"Your all good man. Besides, she's been turning things around; the last time I checked in with her. Heck, she's even gotten herself a job as a bounty hunter." Tyson told his brother
"A bounty hunter? Huh, of all the things she could be. A bounty hunter was not one of them." Darian spoke
"Well, she's a strong as shit martial artist who could go head to head with guys from the Raid movies. So her being a bounty hunter ain't that far off." Tyson replied
"Good for her then. At least she's using that shit on them, and not on you." Darian said while his brother had finished half of his pizza
"One other thing, man. Anytime you and her gonna meet up so you guys can start hittin' it off again?" Darian asked his behemoth of a brother
"We're still working that bit out. For now, we're just doing things as is. I mean, its a bit tough to work around things when your girlfriend is a super sexy bounty hunter." Tyson answered back
Between her being a successful bounty hunter and his training to make it big one day in either Bellator or the UFC as an amateur MMA fighter, it was quite difficult to make things happen to say the least.
"Fair 'nuff." Darian replied
"Yep….Anyways, you wanna take this shit home and watch some Baki?" Tyson asked his brother
"Sure. We ain't got shit else to do today." Darian replied as from there the two grabbed their leftover and proceeded to head back
(2 days later, Hagler Household, Austin, Texas, May 10th, 2018, 7:25 Pm)
It was a short period of time later as Tyson was mainly going at it on his heavy bag while he had Who Am I by Snoop Dogg playing in the background. At least until he was interrupted by a Skype call from his cousin.
'Well dang, its been a hot minute since I've heard from him.' Tyson said to himself as he went over and answered the incoming Skype call
"Hey, what's good, Freed? Its been forever and a minute since I've heard from ya. How've you been doin' lately?" Tyson asked his white-haired cousin
"I'm doing pretty fucking good. Besides, I figured it couldn't hurt to say hello to one of my favorite cousins in the whole goddamn world!" Freed replied with his ever-present manic grin
"Good to know, you're doin' ok. I was almost worried about ya. I mean shit, it wouldn't kill you to call or text or somethin' to Darian and I. We are your family." Tyson told the ex-exorcist
"In my fuckin' defense, Tyson. I have the church on my ass. I swear these bible-fuckers have been chasing me for so long, they might as well be cleaning my shit out of there teeth." Freed told his titan of a cousin
"Dude, if these church guys are botherin' you that bad. You do know that all you gotta do is call me up, and I'll scrap with 'em no problem. Because I'll be damned if anyone starts shit with my family, and I can do somethin' about it." Tyson replied with a fierce protectiveness in his voice
"Hey, I appreciate it. More than what you think. But these guys who are after me ain't shit to turn you goddamn nose up at. Besides, they ain't anything I can't handle." Freed said back in assurance
"You say this like I give a fuck. Whether you like it or not, you are part of our family. Cuz' of that, it means that if anythings' going on with you. I will take my colossal ass to wherever you are and stomp the shit out of anyone who's fuckin' with ya." Tyson his bright red eyes looking back at the former exorcist
"Tyson, I swear I'm fine..." Freed tried to say but the look from his cousin told him he wasn't gonna budge
"Don't Tyson me or nothin', Freed. If your in some shit and I can help. Then the first thing I'm gonna do is knuckle up and help you beat the shit out of them. And you can put that on the man upstairs!" Tyson said his voice almost booming with a fury and protectiveness reminiscent of a wrathful dragon
"...When your like this, I doubt I'm gonna change your goddamn mind…" Freed sighed seeing the look of impenetrable stubbornness on the behemoths' face
"What do you think?" Tyson asked
"Alright, since I can't change your fucking mind. Because that's like trying to kick a giant in the nuts without getting the biggest of bitchslaps." Freed answered back
"But while we're on the subject of family and all that touchy-feely bullshit. I did want to tell you something important." Freed added
"What is it?" Tyson inquired
"Well, in a couple weeks or so. I'm gonna be coming over to your neck of the woods for a while." Freed told his cousin
"Really?! Any reason why you wanna come over here all of the sudden?" Tyson asked
"I just want to come to where you guys are at, because I'm fucking tired of running around all the time. Plus I want to be with my cousins more and catch up with you guys. Is that too much to fucking ask?" Freed explained
"Not at all man. But do you at least have a place to stay, right?" Tyson replied
"You don't have to worry about that shit at all. I've got that all covered." Freed told his cousin with an assured grin
"I'll take your word for it when I see it...But if you really don't have a place to stay, then Darian and I have a guest room ready for ya. Your always welcome here." Tyson replied
"I know, but trust me I already got it handled." Freed assured his cousin
"Anyways, is there anything going on with you?" Freed asked
"Not really, everything's been going pretty well...Except for some weird shit that's been going on lately." Tyson answered back
"Weird like how? Don't skimp out on any fucking details?" Freed questioned
With that, Tyson told Freed of how other than him having grown stronger, faster and all that other stuff that made him feel like a superhuman, he also informed his former exorcist of a cousin of the weird recurring dreams he had been having lately. The main theme of them all was him surrounded by a constant expanse of roaring flames and within it all, a massive red-scaled and green-eyed dragon staring him down with an almost infinite power behind it.
"So any idea on what that all means? Because I am drawing major blanks." Tyson asked his cousin
"Beats me, Tyson..But one thing I will give that shit is that its gotta be important; if you've been having this shit go on for 2 months." Freed answered back
"That's fair. It ain't like your a fortune teller or something." Tyson replied
"But who knows, maybe its just some bullshit that's going on with you internally. Maybe it's because you and Darian get high and decide to watch anime at 2 in the morning. Who fuckin' knows." Freed said back, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his point
"Like you don't get stoned when you watch Pokemon." Tyson retorted
"...In my defense, those Pokemon movies look a lot more awesome when I'm stoned as shit." Freed replied in concession
"That's what I thought…" Tyson said with a small grin
"But other than my love of Pokemon, and my dumbass decision to try and do a Nuzlocke on Pokemon Black..Fuck that shit is difficult as hell. Anything else you have going on for today?" Freed asked while being frustrated at the difficulties presented in the game
'That bitch Elesa can fucking get it though, now that's a skank who I'd bend over and then some..Don't even get me started Cynthia from Pokemon Pearl.' Freed thought to himself with a brief lascivious grin
"Not really man. I'm just gonna hit the heavy bag some more, then I'm gonna do a fight this coming Saturday." Tyson informed his cousin
"Good luck to you in your fight, and knock their ass out for me." Freed said
"Trust me, with how things have been lately. I'll probably knock this guy out in round 1." Tyson replied with a self-assured smile
"I'll hold you to it, you giant bastard." Freed said back
"Thanks, anyways I'm gonna go. Can't win the fight if I don't train my ass off." Tyson replied
"Fair enough, man. I'll see you and Darian later." Freed said as his behemoth of a cousin ended the Skype call
"...So what do you think Ramiel? Any idea on what those weird-ass dreams Tyson is having, is all about?" Freed said turning his attention over to the sheathed greatsword that lay in a corner of his hotel room
"From what it sounded like, Freed. It sounds as though Ddraig has chosen a new partner for himself and a rather strong one at that." Ramiel's voice rang from within the sword
"Wait a minute, you mean the dragon that powers a god-killing Sacred Gear?" Freed asked the spirit of his sword
"Correct. The very same." Ramiel answered back
"Which means your cousin is a wielder of the Boosted Gear...As such it means that things are going to start getting rather interesting for him in the future." Ramiel added
"Then it looks like things are gonna be real fucking fun when I get to the states." Freed replied with an eager grin
"Indeed...It looks like your family reunion is going to shape up to be far more entertaining than what you thought." Ramiel spoke as a grand smile lit up the former exorcists' face
'Who would've thought one of my cousins would have a fucking hax dragon in 'em...This something else.' Freed said to himself before going over to grab his Nintendo Switch
"Now then, time to try and beat that bitch Skylia and get my goddamn gym badge!" Freed spoke with determination in his voice
(4 days later, Austin, Texas, May 14th, 2018, 1:45 Pm)
It was the day after another one of Tyson's amateur fights in which the behemoth had as he told Freed one by 1st round TKO in devastating fashion, as such he decided to celebrate the victory with Darian at a Buffalo Wild Wings.
"Dude that has to be one of the fastest fights I've seen from you!" Darian spoke as they continued to munch on more wings
"I mean you literally sent the guy across the ring with a right hook. I knew you could hit hard, but damn that was somethin' else." Darian added in surprise that his brother could hit that hard
"To be honest with ya, Darian. That wasn't the hardest I could've hit that guy." Tyson spoke as he went for a handful of fries
"C-Come again?" Darian said, doing a double-take at hearing this
"You heard me. It honestly felt like I could've hit him waaay harder, and I mean like a lot harder." Tyson replied whilst eating his fries
"..Just how hard can you hit people? Do you even know how fucking hard you can hit anymore?" Darian asked his behemoth of a brother
"You know, I don't even know to be real with ya. I mean,I haven't even tried to see just how hard I can really let something have it." Tyson told his brother in-between bites
"To be honest with you, ever since I've had that recurring dream. I've felt pretty much unstoppable.. Shit, I feel like I could beat the brakes off Captain America with one arm tied behind my back." Tyson added
With the behemoth of an aspiring mixed martial artist feeling himself truly limitless in what he could do physically as of late, as though someone had taken his physical strength, toughness, agility, and speed and turned it up to 12 and then put it on cocaine. At times he could swear he felt like someone had taken his body and told it that normal human limitations no longer fucking existed to him.
"That's definitely great for you, Tyson. In fact, I guess that means we're gonna have to start looking for new competition. Because at the rate your going, I'm pretty sure that you're going to run out of guys to fight." Darian noted
"Your tellin' me. Heck, and don't get me wrong about any of this. I love being strong as shit. But what's the point of having all of this, if I can't get challenged anymore? Sounds like a nightmare." Tyson replied, despising not being able to enjoy fights or anything physically challenging
"Hey, maybe with how strong your getting. I'm pretty sure it won't take you too long to find someone who can give you a decent fight." Darian spoke
"I hope so, man. Because as fun as it is to have a one-hitter-quitter for punches. It would really knock the fun out of fights, if they all ended in one hit." Tyson replied
"Not to mention, you probably won't get any more fights in the long run. Since who is gonna want to fight the guy that can knock out people in one punch or flying knee to the face." Darian mentioned at the potential downside to his brothers' supernatural strength
"Yeah...let's not make that happen anytime soon. Because I will fucking hate the day when I don't have someone who can give me a run for my money, or at the very least make a fight interesting." Tyson responded, in truly despising when that dreaded day would come
"I'm sure you'll find someone to be a match for ya. Until then, enjoy being the worlds' strongest giant." Darian said as he and Tyson chugged a small portion of their drinks
"Man, that's good lemonade." Darian added
"You ain't wrong about that. Anyways, how's book hunting going for you?" Tyson asked his shorter brother
"Honestly, not too bad...The only thing that sucks is that I still haven't had any luck getting those books I told you about." Darian answered back
"Really? Not even a lick of luck?" Tyson questioned once again
"Nope! Then again, the books on what I want to learn are pretty high end. So I gotta take that into consideration too." Darian told his brother
"Hey, maybe cousin Freed can help you get a hold of them, when he gets in town. He's been runnin' around the world for a bit. So if anyone knows how to find some dope stuff. It's probably gonna be him." Tyson suggested on the subject of their globe-trotting cousin
"That isn't a half-bad idea at all, now that you mention it." Darian responded
"Yeah. Think about it man. Who else to help you get shit you want, than our globe-trotting former priest of a cousin." Tyson said whilst munching on his last bit of wings
The younger of the Hagler brothers had to admit that there was definitely a great deal of merit in requesting Freed's help in getting the books that he desired, considering how the former exorcist was an adventuring paladin for hire.
"It looks like once Freed gets in town, I'm gonna have to hit 'em up on going book hunting with me." Darian spoke while making a mental note to request help from his cousin on that venture
"Good luck with that, Darian. Myself on the other hand...well I'm just gonna probably do what I normally do besides training on my downtime." Tyson replied
"Watching anime, woodworking, and drawing?" Darian listed off while Tyson
"Yup! Nailed it in one go." Tyson replied
"Fair, on your part, Tyson." Darian said back with a shrug while their waitress came back to refill their drinks
"Anywho, here's to you turning into a freaking superhuman." Darian added
"I'll definitely drink to that." Tyson said back as they clinked their glasses and enjoyed the rest of their day
(The next day, Riser's Mansion, May 15th, 2018, 2:35 Pm)
It was the following day later as Riser was hanging out with one of his longtime friends in Millicas Gremory, the 2nd youngest Phenex, both to chat it up with the son of Sirzechs and to air out his grievances with his 'beloved' fiance.
"I still have no idea why my grandparents or your mother and father want to push this marriage so much. Arranged marriage or not, this can only end in disaster." Millicas spoke as he took a small swig of his glass of gin
(A/N: Milicas will be around the same age as Riser in the story, give or take a year or two)
"You're telling me. The fact that I have to suffer not only your aunts' insufferable attitude towards me, but also that of her peerage's. All for some preconceived ideas she has of me." Riser said whilst taking a big gulp of his whiskey
"I might as well be the son of Lucifer; come to have my way with her." Riser added
"You certainly aren't wrong about my aunt blowing this out of proportion. The fact that father, mother and I have to hear her dramatics about how much of a horrid perverse beast of a man you are. It really does grate on my nerves to constantly hear her whining." Milicas replied with little sympathy for his aunt
"My condolences for having to put up with her." Riser spoke with a semi-cheeky grin
"You don't know the half of it, seeing as how my father will bend over backwards and do nearly anything she wants. She pretty much has him as the worlds' deadliest siscon at her disposal." Milicas responded in great disgust of his fathers' constant doting on Rias
"Meanwhile, you can work triple as hard as her. Yet not even receive half the praise she does for even the most simple of things...Ain't that a bitch." Riser surmised
"Then the man wonders why I refuse to deal with Rias beyond family gatherings. Much less helping her with this asinine plan she's concocted to try and get out of this arranged marriage with you." Milicas said back while taking another swig of his alcohol
"What is her master plan to get out of our arranged wedding? I have to hear this one." Riser inquired, keen on hearing what his fiance's plan was
"To put it simply, she plans on challenging you to a Rating Game should all her other options fail." Milicas informed the perverse Phenex
"You've got to be kidding me, Millicas. She thinks she can challenge me to a Rating Game and actually win...She must either be idiotically confident, snorting a mountains' worth of cocaine or finally lost her mind; or some mix of all 3. Because you and I both know; she doesn't stand a chance against my peerage. Much less myself in a Rating Game." Riser spoke while a semi-hollow chuckle came from Millicas
"Trust me, Riser. You aren't the only one who thinks she's lost her marbles. Grandmother and I both think that Rias's hail Mary, as it were, is an asinine idea." Milicas replied
"Really? So its mainly you and Venelana, that think that Rias's attempt to get out of this in a Rating Game is completely stupid?" Riser further inquired
"My grandfather doesn't know about it, quite yet. Lord Bael doesn't know about it either, otherwise, he'd let Rias have it for her disgracing House Gremory by going against you in a Rating Game. My father doesn't know quite yet, although I imagine it'll be any day now that he'll be informed by Rias. My mother on the other hand knows full well, considering Rias's growing desperation." Milicas answered back on the parties who knew of Rias's scheme
"What does she think? I'm sure the Underworld's Strongest Queen would have an opinion on it." Riser inquired
"My mother is mostly indifferent on the matter...While she wants Rias to win, considering that she loves her as her own. She also knows that Rias is rather lazy, and that her peerage, while they are no doubt talented. They're also rather lackluster, and are more pets for show than anything that can be put to the test in a real Rating Game against an experienced Devil." Milicas answered back
"I can't really fault your mother for being impartial….No offense to your aunt, Millicas. But the only thing good about her is that she's more stacked than a brickhouse." Riser said with a slight lustful smirk
"I don't fault you at all for thinking of her in that regard. To be honest, she does herself no favors in how she acts and conducts herself." Milicas replied as he downed his glass of gin
"Other than her looks, which even I have to admit are astounding in their beauty. Are the only things she has going for her. Her control over our familys' power is subpar, as anyone on her level or higher can easily find a way to counter it. She has nothing in the way of physical prowess, complimentary magic or any proficiencies with weapons to help compensate or augment what she's capable of. Neither does she nor her peerage have any talents to make themselves versatile, or noteworthy talents like alchemy, blacksmithing, wardcrafting, masonry or anything else of note; to set themselves apart. In short Rias like her peerage are all flash and no substance." Milicas stated
For Milicas really had nothing he could say in any positive aspect towards his aunt, as all she had were her beauty and her charms that came with it; otherwise she was pretty much nothing if not laughable in comparison to her peers. With everyone else around her either having or developing some new skill, advancing themselves in either personal or political power, or having an accolade(s) under their belt, all while Rias continued to play schoolgirl in Kuoh.
"That ain't hard to tell. I mean let's be honest with ourselves. If it weren't for the fact that your father is as powerful as he is, and your grandparents gave fewer fucks about her. She would be getting whored out to bastards worse than me." Riser spoke up no full well Sirzechs was her main saving grace
"Once again, you aren't wrong. In fact, she should consider herself lucky she isn't being married off to Diodora." Milicas said back, having to fight back the urge to vomit at the thought
"...If there is one person who matches the definition of creepy. It would be him….I'd sooner have to go 12 rounds with Sairaorg than ever let Ravel go 30 feet near him...The fact that he and Akuja are related, is a mystery by itself." Riser replied in agreement, as revulsion and a shudder of uncomfort briefly washed over him
"Don't look at me for an answer. Everyone, even Roygun, has been asking that question for years now." Milicas said back
"Regardless, I will be glad when and if this crap ends. Because to be perfectly honest with you, if she'd just go along with it. Then it wouldn't even be that bad. Other than having to occasionally fuck to try and produce an heir. We wouldn't have to be near each other. In fact, she could stay in the human world and I could be down here working on my projects." Riser replied as one of his servants refilled his and Milicas's glasses
"Instead, I have to deal with one of the weakest Devils being forced onto me by my shit parents. Then to top it off have her demean me and ruin my reputation, by making me out as some amoral bastard who'll fuck anything in sight. The worst part is, I can't even retaliate. Otherwise, I risk your father coming for my ass in a heartbeat." Riser added in anger of the fact that he more or less had to take Rias's slander sitting down
"Trust me, Riser. I hate it just as much as you do. Damned if you badmouth Rias in front of him. Even mom isn't up her ass as much as dad is...Perks of having a siscon for your father, I suppose." Milicas replied in equal amount of disgust and anger
"...So what are you going to do then? Other than suffering through my aunt being a constant thorn in your side." Milicas asked
"Probably work on my machines some more, dick around at some of the clubs. Hell, I just might go topside to the states and hang with one of the humans I've been friends with for a bit." Riser answered back
"I didn't think you had any business in the states." Milicas spoke somewhat surprised
"There's a few things you don't know that I'm up to. Besides, the people I keep in contact with aren't all that bad… Hell, the person who I'm pretty good friends with in the states is pretty alright. So sometime, sooner or later, I just might have to introduce you to them." Riser responded
"I just may take you up on that offer one of these days." Milicas said back
"Right now, I'm quite a bit busy dealing with some of my own projects. After all, if I'm going to become one of the greatest archmages the Underworld has ever known. I have to stay on top of my studies." Milicas added with a small smile
"Good luck to you on that...With every faction having their ace in the hole nowadays and the Satans not getting any younger. Having our own Dr. Strange as one of my friends would put it, would certainly help." Riser responded
"Thanks, I appreciate the compliment...I swear if becoming our peoples' very own Sorcerer Supreme doesn't put me over my aunt in the eyes of my father. Then I don't know what will." Milicas said as he stood up from his seat
"If getting that far doesn't put you over the top. Then Sirzechs can choke on hellhound dicks for all I care. The man would be the king of dumbasses to keep overlooking you when you're that strong." Riser replied whilst Milicas looked back at him with an ever-growing smile
"Again, I really appreciate the kind words, Riser. Friends like you are in short supply these days." Milicas spoke as he snapped his fingers and a ruby-colored magical circle appeared
"Now then, I really must be going. Studying up on abjuration and transmutation magic won't do itself...So see you around next time." Milicas added as the magical circle turned into a bright void of scarlet light
"See you later, Milicas. Don't study too hard. Remember we're having Poker night on Thursday!" Riser called back as the aspiring archmage began stepping through the portal
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Riser." Milicas spoke as he stepped through the portal
'Well, I have a whole afternoon to myself...Might as well hit up Mexico and do some gambling there..Anything's better than thinking about being stuck with Rias for the rest of my years.' Riser said to himself before heading in to get some cash and some clothes to go gambling in
So with the stage being set for the new Red Dragon Emperor in the making how will his story unfold and affect the supernatural around him? Only time will tell, as we dive into the future chapters of...Heavyweight Dragon Emperor: Alternative!
Well, that takes care of that, as I hope you guys enjoy the rewrite to the story's predecessor. As thanks to Obsidian Nova Arc helping me out on this, I think the story will go considerably better than what happened in the original. That being said, let's get into things now shall we.
First up we've got the bits between Tyson and his brother Darian which I hoped y'all liked. Since it helps give something extra to Tyson to help build upon his character within the story.
Furthermore, we also have the bit between him and Freed, wherein this iteration they're cousins to each other. Which I hope you guys liked, considering that Freed will be like he was in the original story. Except this time he does have a family/support system to help keep him grounded and on the up and up, unlike in canon.
Lastly, we've got the bit between Riser and Milicas; the latter of whom I'm having to be a lot older than his canon counterpart at around his late 20's to being in his early to mid 30's for an age range. As I figure that it would be nice to do, considering that not many stories do things from Riser's P.O.V without making him a complete dickhead.
That being said I hope y'all enjoy this story and what's to come in the future chapters of it as well as favoriting, following and sending reviews so that we can hopefully make this a pretty decent story. With flames for the most part will be ignored unless you got anything nice to say or that helps the story then go somewhere else.
All that being said this is Nomadic Chaos using the power of said chaos to give you guys some good stuff to read. With the next chapter having Freed coming to town, so stay tuned for that.
Prelude Theme Song: Sinner by Drowning Pool
Random End Song: Play me by Korn