I do not own Dxd, Only the oc and any 'new' sacred gear I have created.

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Powerful Entities Talking" (Such as dragons and angry gods who are shouting)

[Boost]: Ddraig

{Divide} Albion

Mittelt Drops me roughly on the fire escape near apartment's window

"You know, normally, I would take a nap right now because I am fucking TIRED, but meh, I suppose we should beat up those bastards before they relocate, I really don't know if I could pull of a win against the angels anymore though..."

Mittelt lands beside me as I knock on the glass window "Mn"

The curtain is pulled back revealing Wes who looks briefly confused at the glass.

"Wes, it's me, let me in you lil shit." I scoff as I knock on the glass again.

"How do I know it is even you?" He asks, his voice muffled from the glass.

"Remember that time when you had some captain crun-"

The window slides open. "Alright, it's you... but who is this?"

He looks towards Mittelt with his murky white eyes.

"She's just a friend from loooong ago, before I even met you or Zen~" I hum as I crawl inside. "Basically, we are going to have another Bloodraven situation on our hands, but more world-wide instead of city wide..."

Wes puts a hand on his forehead. "Shit... again?"

"Well, I mean, instead of a black-haired prick giving out free superpowered mind domination steroids to spark superpowered gang wars, we have to deal with a few fallen angels trying to start a race war between normal angels, fallen, and devils... I have already taken down one, so now we should only have to deal with two."

"Three." Mittelt states. "Also... what the hell is this 'bloodraven' thing you are talking about?"

"Whazzat?" I ask as I turn to look at her. "Three? I thought you took Raynare out of the picture."

"I did... there is a fourth fallen angel named Sorush, and he has four wings, not two." She answers. "Keep in mind, a normal fallen angel with four wings is about six-to-eight times the strength of a regular two-winged fallen angel."

"You seem to know a lot about fallen angels, lady." Wes deadpans.

"Well, yeah, she is one." I shrug as I walk past him, leaving Mittelt on the fire escape by herself.

"WH-" Wes lowers his body slightly into a stance that will allow him to fling his body out of the way of any oncoming attacks, frowning and narrowing his eyes.

I flick him on the back of the head. "Quit it. She's on our side, and what about 'old friend' did you miss?"

"Lu, you are awfully trusting of her if you haven't seen her in years." Wes deadpans.

"Well, I am going to be completely honest here, if she wanted me dead, she would detonate the entire city and I would be dead."

"…"

"Sooo, where is Zen?" I ask as I flop down on the couch.

"Getting a shower." The shota shrugs as he sits down on a recliner, legs flung over one of the arms.

"Ooooh, that's a shame." I sigh. "because he is probably going to be pretty bloodstained after today."

Mittelt sits beside me. "So why did you need your friends?

"Well, I mean, you could probably sense that we all have sacred gears... yeah, we all have them in a semi-locked state for stealth and for a bit of a strength suppressant to make fights a little more fun... well, I unlocked it during my fight with those other three... and, well, the process to re-lock them is super annoying, so I am probably just going to keep it out now... but you are probably going to want a bit of help dealing with the bois."

"You... have shadowbox, don't you?" Mittelt asks.

"Yep." I yawn. "The sacred gear that gives my shadow a hammer space... I'm kind of disappointed that Wes and Zen have better ones actually."

"We are going in 'loud'?" Wes asks.

"Sure, unlock it if you want."

Mittelt flinches slightly as a wave of power washes over her.

Wes stands up and repeatedly clenches his fist, then jumps once and touches the ceiling which is easily seven or so feet up.

"Hn!" He stretches allowing his joints to pop. "It's good to be back in action!"

"So, like, why are we actually doing this?" Wes asks as he sits back down.

"What part of 'World-wide race war' did you misunderstand?" I ask.

"You said, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils, but I didn't hear 'Human' in that."

"One: we are doing this because Mittelt is my friend, and Two: do you REALLY think that humans wont be caught up in that? That's like asking for a world war to happen in your Livingroom and expecting none of your property to be damaged."

"Both are fair points I suppose." The shota shrugs.

"How is a sassy blind boy going to help?" Mittelt asks.

""I (He) can see."" Wes and I state at the same time, the prior being a bit more hostile in his assertion.

"But... he is blind?" Mittelt asks.

"Hey Wes, pass me the remote?" I ask as I hold out my hand to the far left.

The blond boy picks up the remote sitting on the end table beside him and tosses it directly towards my hand which I easily catch.

"Wh- how?!" The fallen sitting beside me asks.

"He can see with his other senses... actually he can probably see better than you and me because he has three-hundred and sixty degrees of Vision... for about sixty feet."

"The thing is," Wes continues where I left off. "I cant really make out any 'details' unless I am within about ten feet, I just see a general 'outline' when they are farther out, but if they are close I can see If they have a weak lung, their expression, and even see how their blood pumps."

"But I mean, without his sacred gear, he had maybe half of that?" I hum.

"Yeah, now I can actually tell you are a fallen angel because of the way your blood pumps to your wings... and it does make me think 'why can't you just beat every single one of them without our help' because you have six of them."

"Hn, yeah sounds about right." I hum.

Her eyes take on a dangerous glint. "You can't tell anyone I have more than four..."

"She is stealthing it up, something about angels not being able to reproduce and the people of her organization remembering anyone with six wings or more." I shrug.

"Wouldn't they remember you had eight- or six wings when you were in heaven? If that's how it actually works when Angels fall from heaven..." Wes asks.

"Mn." She grunts. "Long story short, I was born between two fallen angels, and it is rare for any 'second generation' fallen angels to get more than a single pair of wings, I can count all cases on a single hand and still have a couple fingers left over, and each have a parent with six or more wings, and a second parent with at least four, and even then, they have only managed to get four wings."

"So for you, a second generation fallen angel, who had six at whenever you met Lu... your parents must be strong as SHIT." Wes exclaims. "Why don't you just have them do it?"

"Wes, she can't just have her parents do EVERYTHING for her." I scoff. "Politics n shit."

"Mnnn." The boy scoffs.

"Alright, what's going on in here?" A new voice asks from the hallway leading to the bathroom, he takes a step out revealing Zengjya in a tank top and sweatpants with wet hair.

"Worldwide Bloodraven debacle." I yawn. "Unlock your gear and let's go finish it up tonight, I'm tired."

"We're going loud?" He asks.

"Yep. Honestly I am getting bored and apparently devils run our school so that will add a bit of spice to my daily life~" I hum.

"Hn, yeah, if fallen angels are real, I guess devils and angels are real as well... who's the girl?" Zen sighs.

"Oh, she is just my friend from ages ago... Say hello, Milly."

"Mittelt." She deadpans.

"Like I said I am still going to call you Milly." I shrug.

Mittelt flinches briefly as another wave of power passes over her, this one even bigger than the first.

"How are you all... so strong... yet you know nearly nothing about the supernatural?" She asks.

"Pfft- Uratama is too hellish for even devils am I right, Zen?" I laugh as I get up and walk to the door.

"You got that right!" The black haired teen snorts. "So, are we leaving now?"

"Yeah, we should deal with this quickly." I say as I open the door. "Milly, Wes, come on."

Mittelt lets out a sigh and get up, walking slowly behind me.

"So... that's the place hn?" Zen asks.

"it looks like shit." I deadpan.

"Why are fallen angels in a chruch?" Wes asks. "That seems like a normal angel sort of thing to do..."

"It is horridly abandoned, fallen angels tend to flock to places like this to deface them, something about 'getting back at god' or something along those lines... kind of dumb if you ask me, why would you taunt a guy who can smite you with lightning bolts n shit." The fourth member of our group scoffs.

"It's so... filthy." our fifth member grunts. "Ugh, this is going to take forever to clean..."

Zen looks back towards Kohaku. "Sooo, why did you bring the janitor?"

"He has a stand." I grin.

"Pfft- Wait seriously?! PHAHAH! That's absolutely GOLD!" He laughs.

"It's not a stand." Kohaku growls. "It is just a Spirit Familiar who I have started to call Ocean Man."

"You'd better." I snort as I blankly walk out of the brush towards the door.

"Are we going to just blankly walk in there?!" Kohaku asks.

"Yep." I smirk as I make it to the door, Wes and Zen right behind me.

I kick open the door, hitting it in just the right place as to knock it off its hinges.

"Who the hell are you?!" A voice asks. "I was expecting some shitty devils! Not a bunch of humans and... YOU!"

A man with chin-length white hair and blood red eyes steps out from behind a statue and points dramatically at Mittelt who is standing beside me with her arms crossed.

"ANGELBITCH! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Freed Sellzen... tch, I should have known that a stray priest like you was on Sorush's payroll..."

"Just what are you saying?" The man, known as freed asks with a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "I have never met that man in my life! He isn't downstairs doing a ritual and you can't prove otherwise!"

"Hehe that's a fucking lie~ but you little bitches aren't going to be able to get past me, yeah?" He sticks his tongue out and tilts his head. "I can't wait to slice up you bastards~"

"hn he's fucking bonkers..." I grunt. "Zen do the thing."

"The thing?"

"The thing, yes."

The maniac in front of us quickly snaps his eyes to the left of me where Zen is slowly walking forwards. "YOU! WHERE DID YOUR FRIEND GO?!"

"Who?" I ask.

Zen continues his walk towards him, unopposed.

The madman stumbles slightly to the left then wobbles to the right. "What did you do?!"

I point at him dramatically with both of my hands, one arm over my head as I turn my body so my side is facing him. "It seems like the poison is finally kicking in... earlier today, I placed a toxin inside your food and you were unaware all this time, now it is finally taking effect, you can expect a painful and bloody death accompanied by loss of balance, seeing ghosts..."

Zen stops directly in front of him.

"A bloody nose."

Zen brings his arm back as punches Freed right in the face, breaking his nose and causing blood to spew from it.

"A cracked rib."

Zen pulls back his hand and unleashes a brutal palm strike to his chest, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to hack up a little spittle.

"And finally, paralysis and a serious case of randomly appearing handcuffs."

Zen reaches out and pinches his shoulder causing him to drop to the floor, then he pulls out a pair of handcuffs I had given him earlier and handcuffs one of his ankles to his wrist behind his back.

"Cocaine's a hell of a drug." I shrug.

I walk over to the two and yawn. "He said downstairs, right?"

The crazed man has got over his little cramp and is frothing at the mouth. "YOU FUCKING LITTLE DICKSHIT BATSARDS WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE YOUR ASS IS GRASS BITCH AND IM THE FUCKING LAWNFDGHIAGF-"

I shove a sock in his mouth.

"MHn MHNH MHNNNH MNN BHNC!"

"Hey, Milly, do you like want to maybe..."

"Teleport him to Grigori?" She asks.

"Sure, yeah, that works." I hum. "I was just thinking about dumping him in a tub of hydrochloric acid."

The writhing man disappears with a flash.

"So... what the actual hell just happened?" Kohaku asks.

"Sacred gear." I shrug. "Zen's is probably the strongest out of ours... well, in one on ones of course..."

I walk over to the alter and wordlessly shove it aside with my foot. "Secret passage... Tadaaaa~"

I strut down the stairs with a smile on my face. 'I feel like I am about to fucking pass out~ this is greaaat! Power overuse is a bastard.'

We come to a locked door so I simply flick my hand downwards pulling out a large bat-sized tube which I hold underhand and point towards the door.

"BREACHING!"

I clench my fist around the tube, creating a clicking sound, then a bright light fills the hallway as a rocket sprouts from the tip of the tube and hits the door in the center and explodes.

The door falls off its hinges with a hole the size of a basketball through the top middle as most of the explosive charge punched cleanly through it.

"Damn... that's a pretty good fucking door... like, it's made of wood, right?" I mutter.

I prop the now empty rocket launcher on my shoulders like a bat as we walk into the room. "Sup fuckers~"

I cast a quick gaze over the room to see upwards of fifty stray exorcists standing around, gazing right at our group of five, in the distance I see a tall white haired man wearing a fancy cloaked tuxedo, on his back are four large black wings which he is using to float in front of a cross with- that nun... from before... on it... screaming in agony...

The long haired man turns around as the blue haired fallen from earlier floats around him, Dohnaseeks, slowly floats up from the groups of stray exorcists. "Hm? You aren't devils."

His eyes stray to Mittelt. "Oh, it's you, Azazel's dog... a shame that you are too late... after I extract her sacred gear, I will complete lord Kokabiel's wishes and destroy Kuoh Academy.

"Hn I was going to make a Sephiroth joke but this isn't the place or time- scratch that, definitely the place, just not the time." I mutter to myself as I drop the spent RPG.

I glance to my short blond midget friend... the male one...

"Midget!" I point dramatically forwards. "Obliterate!"

A sword appears in his hand and he slashes it at open air, creating a massive blade of air that cleaves through a good twenty percent of the mooks, then the sword sparks with electricity and he disappears with a crack of thunder, reappearing in the middle of a group who starts bleeding from many wounds.

"Wind, speed, and electricity hn?" I hum two light sword handles fall out of my sleeves and into my waiting hands.

"Zen, save the girl." I frown as everyone starts to react "Kohaku, Stando power... Ill go fight Sephiroth... BREAK!"

With that I dash off into the swarm, deflecting attacks and weaving through stray exorcists at rapid speeds.

A pommel strike to the face, a kick to the dick, a slash to the side, a brief moment when I stabbed someone through the kneecap, and I am through the swarm standing at the bottom of a large staircase staring up at the three fallen, ignoring the sounds of thundercracks, torrents of water and someone screaming about spiders behind me.

"SPIDERS! SPIDERS! SPIDERS! AAAAAAAA THEY ARE TOUCHING MY SOUUUUL!"

I suppose it is kind of hard to ignore that last one...

I take a single step forwards, only to leap up to the next step and around a lightspear from blue haired bitch.

"Tch-"

I deflect a lightspear thrown by Dohnaseek with my blade of light and quickly sprint up the stairs. "GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU LITTLE SHITS!"

I drop one of my light swords in my sprint, my shadow literally writhing and quickly lashing out to snatch it out of the air where it disappears into it.

I hold my hand slightly behind my head and a handgun is placed in it, which I quickly point forwards and unload at the blue haired angel as I use my other hand parry a spear stab from Dohnaseeks who had flown close.

I abruptly drop the gun as it empties, allowing it to fall into my shadow, then, as my hand blackens slightly, I reach out and snatch one of blue haired fallen's spears out of the air and use it to impale Dohnaseek through the side, causing him to wince and widen his eyes in surprise as I trip him down the stairs and throw the spear through one of his wings for good measure.

Then I barely deflect a thrown spear from the blue haired angel with the side of my blade, the contact causing it to barely veer past my head, causing yellow and white sparks to fly past my face, following the trail of the spear.

Zen dashes past me and reaches the top of the stairs, landing a punch to the side of the face of Sorush who looks thoroughly surprised about that, as he is launched off the top of the of the large tower like structure, then Zen reaches out towards the chains, only to pull back as if they burned him.

"ZEN!" I shout as I fling my lightblade up the staircase, where it collides with blue haired fallen's thrown lightspear aimed for Zen's side, and deflects it, the active light sword rebounding off of it right into Zengjya's waiting hand who slashes the chains, breaking them, and causing the girls screams of pain to stop.

"NO!" Sorush shouts as he flies back up to the top of the tower in the blink of an eye and lands a brutal punch to Zenjgya's stomach, causing him to cough up a little blood.

He goes to strike again, but flinches as a bullet impacts his forearm, then falls off leaving a small smoking spot.

He briefly looks to me, leaving himself open for Zen to pinch him.

With a simple wave of his hand, Sorush sends a wave of wind at Zen, launching him off the tower as he seems to be unaffected by the pinch.

Mittelt swoops in and catches Zen before he hits the ground and places him gently on the ground with a spin, then flies up towards the top of the sacred gear extractor only to be cut off by a yellow lightspear that forces her to pull back to avoid being hit.

Sorush turns back to the nun and reaches out to her arm as she breathes heavily.

"HERMIT PURPLE!"

A thorny rope of shadow coils around his throat and pulls him backwards, a couple steps down the staircase, and away from the nun. "W-WHAT?!" He roars.

He turns around revealing the shadowy vine is connected to my wrist and wrapped around both of my hands.

"GET OVER HERE!"

I pull again, drawing him closer, then I let go with my offhand and reach behind my back, just as he begins to pull back.

He starts to fly off the staircase, but the vine suddenly disappears as I crouch slightly, pulling out my next weapon of choice.

I have another Rpg which I place on my shoulder, quickly aim, and pull the trigger, sending the projectile rocketing towards him, only to hit a barrier that Sorush created and launch molten slag and shrapnel through a small hole it makes.

*BOOM*

The smoke from the explosion blows outwards revealing a tattered Sorush, he actually doesn't appear to be that worse for wear considering he just tanked a rocket to the chest, at most he has a small flesh wound and the top of his coat and tuxedo was destroyed , I drop the used rocket launcher and allow my next weapon to slide out from my sleeve

"YOU HUMAN WELP!" He roars as he flies directly towards me.

"Heh." I smirk.

He appears right in front of me with a spear raised prepared to impale me, but a sawed-off shotgun barrel is pressed to his chin. "w-what?"

"You got played."

*Crac-BOOM*

He falls backwards... unconscious... two small holes in the weak flesh under his jawbone, a small trickle of blood flowing from the holes, but it looks like my attack barely even broke his skin, but his ears appear to be bleeding so that's probably what knocked him out.

'THOSE WERE FUCKING SLUGS! EXCUSE ME?! HOW THE HELL IS HE STILL REMOTELY ALIVE?! BULLSHIT!'

I let none of my rage bleed out into my outward appearance.

Mittelt is about five feet to the right with a stunned expression on her face, pink lightspear primed and a handful of black feathers in her offhand.

"How did you- h-he had four wings... how could you as a normal... human... beat him?"

The sounds of combat have pretty much died down, Wes is pointing his summoned katana at the neck of Dohnaseek, and several coils of water are holding the blue haired fallen upside-down, and now that I look closer has a noticeable chunk of missing feathers from her right wing.

'Today has been a rough day... how much have I been using my power?' The corners of my vision darken. 'oh no.'

"Thaz the powah of asspulls. Bish." I state as I sway ominously. "Thiss is gud palce for namp."

I fall down the stairs.

Well, I decided to post this a little early... as I won't be able to really post anything on Wednesday... sucks to suck I guess, but here you go, have this slightly longer chapter of asspulls, predictions, and bullshit.

See you all later~