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
I barely duck past a red light sword as a red haired fallen shouts insult after insult at me.
"YOU HUMAN BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU HURT ME THAT MUCH!" He roars, a second sword barely clipping my shoulder. "YOU THINK YOU ARE ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY BECAUSE YOU DEFEATED ME WHEN I WASN'T TAKING YOU SERIOUSLY!"
I have several painful red lines across my body, my shirt in tatters, and a busted lip.
My back presses into something so I abruptly turn and swing my hand as I do so, my hand smashing into the blue haired fallen's nose as a bat knocks out one of the red fallen's teeth
I nearly struck Pauline, but apparently, she had the same idea I did, only she stepped in the opposite direction.
We lock eyes briefly and I frown as the two fallen get back up.
I see Issei in the distance barely holding his own against two four winged angels.
"Pauline, I have a plan... but it requires you to distract all four of them. Think you can handle it?"
She nods once and lunges for the red haired fallen, swinging her bat, I watch as the end detaches and soars towards him, attached by only a chain.
"ISSEI!" I shout as I rush over to him. "You know that fucking thing we talked about?"
"Now?!" He shouts back as I reach his fight and punch a black haired fallen in the face.
"OF COURSE, NOW!" I roar. "EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIE IF WE DONT!"
He looks in between the two fallen. "They won't let me!"
'probability that this works as intended?'
83.4%
Fuck. I've been working on this off and on all week, yet it still isn't a one hundred percent chance.
'ah fuck, looks like I'll be forced to take that chance.'
"Issei! Do it! Pauline will hold them off... if we don't do this, everyone you know and love are going to die... Rias, Akeno, Koneko, even Asia. So, hurry the fuck up, and use your devil bullshit combined with my apparent demi-god luck powers and DO THE THING!"
Pov: Elsewhere
"Irina..."
Two girls and three boys are more or less back-to-back, facing off against surprising odds, three four winged fallen angels, and six single winged.
Normally, this wouldn't be a problem for the group... the five of them could easily take them...
However, four of the group can't fly... and the fallen angels are playing it smart by floating up in the air and bombarding the group with spears of light.
"To think... that I'd be forced to help you bastards..." the sword wielding blond growls as he uses his blade to swat a spear of light out of the sky.
"Oho... two fragments of the Excalibur eh?"
The battle pauses for a moment as a portly older man with grey hair appears.
He gazes up to the mass of fallen floating around. "I'll tell you what? Bring those two pieces to me, and I will be able to make a truly fearsome weapon... shame that the mad stray exorcist lost the fragments that we have collected, but Excalibur destruction and Mimic should be a horrifying combo."
The sword wielding shota looks around, yellow sword in hand. "Hey Zen... they said that guy's from the church, right?"
"Yeah." The black-haired illusion gear wielder nods.
"And he's a preist... right?" The blind swords-boy continues.
"Yeah? Where are you going with this?" The martial artist questions.
"I-I'm too young to be molested." The boy whispers.
"VAAALLPPEEEEEER!" The other blond swordsman shouts, the devil one, as with a surprising burst of speed he lunges forwards, sword arcing towards the priest.
A barrier of light appears around the man as he lets out a huff of laughter. "Foolish boy, did you think I would have shown myself if I didn't have precautions for my life?"
With a crack of thunder, the shota is at the back of the first swordsman, a loud clang echoing out as he deflects a three-pronged light spear from the devil's back.
"Enough of this." The blue haired exorcist snaps as she stabs the tip of her greatsword into the ground, holding out a hand to her side.
"Y-You are using that?!"
"Oh Peter, oh Bacillus, Dionysius and the blessed virgin Mary, I ask you to please hear my prayers..."
A magic circle appears in front of her hands as a chained sword begins to float through.
A whip-like sword arcs through the air, scattering thrown light spears aimed for the blue haired girl.
"In the name of the saint living in this blade..." The blue haired girl touches the handle, causing the chains to explode off. "I hereby set you free!"
"D-Durandal?!" The plump priest shouts. "N-No d-don't tell me you are a- b-but my research didn't cover Durandal! Nobody should be able to wield that thing!"
"You're wrong... unlike Irina... I am one of the rare-found naturals."
The ground shakes and rattles as a pillar of light explodes in the distance, splitting the skyline.
Pov: Elsewhere
A blonde girl runs through the forest, panting as a yellow spear of light smashes into the ground behind her.
"My, my Asia... it's been far too long..." A blue haired woman states as she lands before the nun turned devil. "I would have never expected you to turn into one of those unholy creatures... was being kicked out of the church not enough for you?"
A second fallen angel with a single pair of wings floats down from the sky, this one wearing a trench coat and fedora. "Kalawarner... let's just kill her already and get back to the battle... there is no need to taunt a weakling like this..."
"That BITCH ripped out the feathers in my wing because of her! Of course, I am going to taunt her! Hell, I am going to TORTURE her!" The blue haired fallen shouts.
"Hmph." Another voice states as a white haired fallen with four wings floats down from the sky. "Shame that the daughter of the watcher and that filthy demigod had to interfere; your gear would have made me a force to be reckoned with."
A third two winged fallen sits in a tree. "Dohnaseek, Kalawarner... stop fighting... if you are going to kill her, just get it over with."
"Oh, you think you are so high and mighty, don't you Raynare?!" The blue haired fallen snaps.
A second pair of wings pops out of the black-haired woman's back. "Is that any way to talk to your superiors, scum?"
"Oh please, you had two wings just like the rest of us, don't act like you are better than us just because one of the six winged angels thought you were hot and decided to train and fuck you!"
The white haired fallen looks at the fleeing blonde devil with a frown and lets out a low hum. "You imbeciles... she is running away while you bicker like children."
"I am on par with you now, Sorush... you shouldn't speak to me like that unless you want a spear in your back."
The white haired fallen gives her a half-lidded expression. "The day you kill me... is the day when hell freezes over... you lack experience... I am the cusp of my third set of wings, yet you are completely green to four wings... our battle wouldn't last more than a minute."
The fallen begin slowly following after the girl.
"We need to kill her and return to the battle... our job is to pick off any stragglers one by one... why you three felt it was needed for all of you to chase this pacifistic weakling devil I don't know... but hurry it up."
"If you are in such a hurry, why didn't you kill her Sorush?!" Raynare growls.
"It is amusing to see your lessers bicker as if they are important."
He blurs forwards and lands in front of the girl, summoning a spear of light and pointing it at her. "Any final words, nun?"
The girl widens her eyes in fear and claps her hands in front of her face, bowing her head and wincing.
The white haired fallen flinches slightly as he is hit by a weak bolt of lightning, as with a flash a small blue dragon about the size of a cat appears.
"R-Rassei." The girl gasps.
The fallen backhands the dragon, sending it skipping off the dirt, where it eventually smashes into a tree.
"R-RASSEI NO!" The girl cries.
She begins to sprint over but a spear of light smashes into the floor in front of her and sends her flying back with an explosion, her forearms and legs red, as if she had gotten a bad sunburn.
The small dragon slowly and shakily gets to its feet, one of its wings hanging limply as it opens its mouth and shoots a bolt of lightning that misses the white haired fallen entirely, smashing into the dirt, just to his left.
"Hmph. A sprite dragon... if it was a bit older... maybe it would have saved you."
He summons a spear of light in his hand and points it at the dragon as it weakly crawls forwards.
He freezes in place as he feels... something...
An absolutely menacing energy, Raynare up in the sky gapes in horror, as do Dohnaseek and Kalawarner.
Four glowing eyes stare at Sorush's back as he feels warm breath on his neck.
He slowly turns around as two heads lift into the sky, purple saliva dripping from two gaping toothed maws... the dirt underneath sizzling menacingly.
"W-What?" He hisses under his breath, eyes widening. "Why are one of those here?!"
Everything is eerily quiet.
The twin heads rear back and let out a forest shaking roar as a beam of light explodes somewhere behind it, causing it to cast a shadow on its soon to be prey.
*GROOOOAH*
The ground shakes and shudders.
"HYDRA!" Raynare screams.
Pov: Elsewhere.
"Hmph I am glad I was given this task... it has been far too long since we have seen each other, you pathetic disgrace." A blonde woman with eight wings hums as she effortlessly locking spears with a shorter blond. "When will you learn, Mittelt?"
The smaller girl is bleeding from the shoulder and has a fairly large gash on her stomach, she winces, one eye clenched shut as blood from a cut just above her eyebrow seeps into it, she wields two spears of light that are being blocked by the elder fallen's singular spear.
"Look at you... six wings, yet you haven't even developed your own personal style."
The spear of light the woman holds looks... strange... it has a yellowish outside, while the inner portions are a sickly green.
The fallen with eight wings breaks the deadlock, and with her offhand hurls a lightning bolt at the six-winged girl.
It smashes into her stomach and rockets her into the ground, burning a hole in the girl's clothes right over her stomach, and scorching the skin below.
As the girl begins to pull herself from the ground, a heeled foot steps on her chest, the woman wearing said heels quickly stabbing a spear through young fallen's hand, earning a small scream of pain.
"You see... Kokabiel has developed a light spear that can erase cities off the map... Baraquiel his holy lightning, my pain enhancement, and even weaklings like that red haired six wing made his light weaponry function as if they were flames... what do you have Mittelt?" The woman asks.
She smirks. "Nothing... you are just a pathetic weakling... I don't know how you even managed to exist... hmph, I had hoped you would be more like me... not soft like that pathetic father of yours... I should have had an abortion when I had the chance."
She twists the spear brutally and pulls it out of the girl's hand, then points it at the girl's throat. "Hn, let's call this a delayed abortion, then."
A single drop of water splatters on Mittelt's forehead as a shadow is cast over them both.
The woman looks up with a raised eyebrow.
Floating above them is a drill haired girl wearing a pink dress, large feathered wings of fire on her back, in her hands is a small bottle with a red pointed cap and a gold base.
The woman's eyes widen as she is suddenly blasted backwards, the blonde girl with six wings slowly standing up, head tilted in such a way that it obscures her eyes.
All of her wounds are healed...
"DAMN PHENEX! AFTER I AM DONE HERE, I WILL SLAUGHTER YOUR ENTIRE BLOODLINE!" The woman roars as she hurls a spear upwards.
Mittelt appears in front of the spear and swats it aside.
She looks down at the blond eight winged fallen with tears brimming her eyes.
"I... hate you..." She growls.
*Floomph*
"All of my life, you've put me down!" She roars as she rockets downwards, pink spear barely deflected by the yellow one wielded by her mother, who's eyes are widened in caution. "You've treated me like garbage! Insulted my father, and just been an absolute BITCH!"
"I am TIRED of you and your hoity toity bitch attitude as you stand around doing FUCK ALL for the sake of our people!" The girl continues, summoning a second spear as she clashes with the blonde woman who is forced to summon a second spear of light to block. "You bitch and you moan about how the 'great war Azazel is superior to today's soft pathetic weakling' how you wish to go back to the 'good old days'?!"
The girl's knee smashes into the woman's stomach as in the brief moment of stunned pain, she creates a large scratch along the elder fallen's cheek. "You go on and on about how you can't believe I am related to you by blood, but you know what?! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING LITTLE WHINY SELF INTITLED CUNT WHO CARES ABOUT NOTHING BUT HERSELF AND GETS OFF ON TORMENTING OTHERS! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
"DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING ANNOYING IT IS TO LOOK AT SOME DUDE WHO WOULD FUCK A BLENDER IF IT HAD TITS AND BE ALL 'OH YEAH, THAT'S THE BETTER HALF OF MY GENE POOL'." The girl raises a hand amidst her rant and creates a massive spear of light, easily three feet wide and over twenty feet long and hurls it downwards. "FOR TOO LONG HAVE I BEEN PUSHED AND PUSHED AND PUSHED BY YOU AND I WAS BOUND TO FUCKING SNAP AT SOME POINT!"
Her mother puts up a barrier, managing to fend off the massive attack but shattering under the final dying pulse of the attack.
A small foot finds its way into her back, right into her kidney. "YOU, AS AN ABSOLUTE SCUM SUCKING SLUT WITH MORE STDS THAN LISTED IN A MEDICAL BOOK HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY FATHER! YOU DISGUST ME!"
The woman whirls around, spear arcing towards the smaller girl's chest.
*Schlick*
"And I wish you were never my mother." The girl states in a cold and ruthless tone. "To insinuate that I could have ever been anything like you makes me want to vomit."
A hand flies through the air as a yellow spear of light winks from existence, a spurt of blood spraying across the small fallen's cheek as she stares on with a cold glare.
The elder fallen grabs her stump and lets out a shriek of horror mixed with agony.
"I'm no Disgrace... worthless whore." Mittelt growls as she sends a lance of light through the woman's stomach. "Rot in hell."
Mariel stares up, eyes wide as she falls through the air, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth as she gazes up upon eight wings, each as dark as the night's sky.
A pillar of light explodes in the distance, the earthshaking sound muted to Mariel as she can do nothing but stare into her child's eyes.
A red head stands by a girl with short hair and glasses, blood trailing down her arm as the two girls stare defiantly up as Kokabiel, around them is an incredible battlefield, craters, trenches, the injured bodies of their peerage members which have only barely managed to survive by the skin of their teeth, several dead Cerberus, and a dead fallen with six wings.
Most of the devils are left unable to continue fighting, either unconscious or bleeding out, with broken bones, or fatigue, the only two members that are trying to get up, being the queens of the two devil heiresses.
Floating beside Kokabiel is a fallen with eight wings, his clothing is slightly scuffed, but otherwise he is unharmed.
He glances to the ten-winged warmonger sitting in a floating throne. "Would you like to do the honors, lord Kokabiel?"
"No, No Harut... finish what you started... with this the second great war will finally be achieved." Kokabiel mutters in his deep voice, seemingly bored.
The two fallen suddenly snap their heads to the side.
"Mariel lost?!" Harut whispers.
"Not bad spawn of Azazel..." Kokabiel mutters as he brings a hand up to his chin.
*FLASH*
Even Kokabiel is forced to cover his eyes as a massive flash of light explodes from the earth, the ground violently shaking as a light pink beam of light splits the sky.
Everything is calm for a couple of moments after it subsides.
*CRACK*
A figure smashes into the ground, kicking up dust as it rolls out of the cloud, eventually coming to a stop.
It's a red-haired fallen angel, six wings hanging limply in every direction, limbs shattered from its fall.
Blood seeps out of the corners of his mouth as he slips into unconsciousness.
"What is... that?" Kokabiel mutters, intrigued.
A new figure walks into the battlefield in a puff of dust, dragging a second, bloodied, six-winged fallen by his blue hair, he also has passed out with horrible damage across his body.
"Who are you?" Kokabiel asks the new stranger.
The stranger hurls the fallen in his hands across the field where it lands in a heap.
"Me?"
His voice is distorted, inhuman, and strange.
The dust clears revealing a muscled teen wearing a black vest that exposes his chest and stomach, he has loose baggy white pants with a strip of red cloth acting as a belt, his hair is a slightly spiky mix of brown and white.
"You're asking who... I am?"
His voice is almost... two tone.
He glares up at Kokabiel with a grin only to freeze and look at the ground, hand brought up to his chin. "A name would definitely make me sound cooler..."
"Isscas? Lucei? Luci? Nh- those are girl names..."
"To hell with this." The teen states as he crosses his arms.
"I don't recall any devil of your strength being in this town... did the Maou send you to protect the heiresses?"
"None of that garbage..." The teen dismisses with a wave. "We... are Icarus."
"We?" Kokabiel scoffs.
"Lucas and Issei have merged together in order to take you down." The apparent fusion states with a smirk. "You wouldn't know of this technique... being uncultured and all... our two strengths aren't just added together, they are significantly magnified~"
"A lot can be accomplished when you take a demi-god of luck and powers based on imagination..."
"Combined and magnified hn?" Kokabiel hums with a smirk. "Interesting..."
"You aren't dealing with the average low-class devil and demigod anymore Kokabiel..." The teen smirks.
"Harut..." Kokabiel states.
"As you command." The eight-winged fallen nods.
"Oh? Do I have to beat you first to get to the final boss? Shame, I'll try to get through this fast... wouldn't want to embarrass you too badly after all." The teen gestures at himself with a finger. "Come at me if you dare."
A light spear appears in the fallen's grasp as he points it downwards. "I hope you are prepared, boy."
The teen raises his fist with a cocky smirk. "Let's go!"
Fuuuu-Shin-HAAAA
Looks like Lucas managed to pull a bullshit technique out of his ass.
No guest reviews Btw, so I guess I'll see you all when the next chapter is done.
ALSO FANFICTION IS WORKING AGAIN! WOOOO PARTY TIME!