Outsider Chronicles: Devil Fury

Dieing and being reborn into a crazy ass world of Devils, Angels and Monsters is not my idea of a good time. Actually, on second thoughts, it is. Plus, I get an awesome power out of it!

And we're back. Nothing to say, so lets get started. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

A few days after the fight with Viser, I returned to the Club Room after finishing a flyer run to find everyone doing their own thing. Koneko was eating sweets, Kiba was practising with his sword in an open area specifically for just that and Rias and Akeno were discussing something quietly. As I entered, Rias looked up and smiled

"Ah, Sora, your back," she said, "Sorry to be a pain, but a Summon request just came in. Would you mind answering it? And don't worry, its not those two idiots again."

I shrugged.

"Sure thing," I said and stepped into the circle, "See ya in a few!"

There was a flash and I found myself in a dark room with a sliver of light leaking from under the door. I narrowed my eyes. Something wasn't right here. The Falcon was on edge and I could feel it to. The feel of bloodlust. It didn't help that I could smell blood and death on the air. I slowly moved towards the door, easing it open to reveal what had been a nice living room lit by candle light. The dead, disemboweled body nailed to the wall and the psychotic priest on the couch lowered the pleasantness of the room however.

"Punish the wicked," said Freed, "Wise words to heed from a holy man."

He tilted his head back and leered at me.

"Holy man my feathered behind," I said, "So I take it your responsible for that?"

I pointed at the macabre art project.

"Indeed I am," said Freed, "Freed Sellzen at your service."

He gave a demented grin.

"And you're the weak ass little pussy this Holy Priest is gonna exercise!"

"Just you try it," I said, readying myself for the inevitable brawl.

"It'll be my pleasure," sneered Freed, drawing his gun and sword, "Slaughtering Devil scum like you is what I do best after all!"

He surged forwards, the tip of his sword leading the way. I shifted my weight and deflected his stab by smacking his arm up, following it up with a punch to the chest that sent Freed flying back.

"If you want to kill me, you'll have to do far better than that," I said as I slipped into my stance.

I was at a bit of a disadvantage since my spear wasn't particularly effective indoors. Still, I was confident that I was good enough to win, or at least hold the bastard off until Rias and the others arrived.

"You...BASTARD!" roared Freed, jumping from where he'd fallen on his ass and charging me.

I hid a smirk as I met Freeds charge. I thought the crazy priest would know better than to lose his temper in a fight, but apparently I'd given him too much credit. Now, Freed was clearly a very skilled fighter, but he was currently attacking blindly, leaving me plenty of openings to exploit. My Falcon style was a very aggressive one, relying on high speed attacks to overwhelm my opponent. Combined with my enhanced vision, I could easily target weak points on my opponent's body, capitalize on even the smallest opening and deal a huge amount of damage in just a few moves. It naturally had its disadvantages, the most obvious being a lack of blocks and the sheer speed a Master moved at making it difficult to respond to counters. However, my enhanced vision negated the latter and my defence as a Rook rendered blocks largely pointless.

Freed was getting more and more frustrated as the fight continued to drag out. I kept deflecting his sword strikes and one of the first things I'd done was disarm him of his gun, so he couldn't shoot me. Eventually, he made one mistake too many and my fist slammed into his stomach, sending him flying across the room. I smirked and brought my hands together, a gold and silver aura appearing around them.

"Call to the Beast Inside," I said, "Free the Falcon!"

"SCREEE!"

Freed let out a scream of pain as the ghostly bird swooped across the room and clawed at him with its talons. While there was no visible damage, I knew from experience that damage caused by a Pai Zhuq Spirit hurt. They couldn't kill Humans unless they had especially weak spirits, but they were deadly against Spirit based enemies. Things like Angels and Devils for example.

"Y-you bastard," gasped Freed as he staggered to his feet, "Y-you're a member of the Order of the Claw!"

"Yep, I'm the Falcon Master," I said, "Pleased to meet you, Judas Priest."

Freed scowled.

"Why would a Pai Zhuq Master ever become a Devil?" he spat, "Aren't you bastards supposed to be guardians?"

"We are," I said, "But Devils have no interest in wiping out Humanity, unlike our actual enemies. Plus, I didn't exactly have much choice in the matter. But thats irrelevant to you."

I clenched my fist and my gold and silver aura surrounded it, forming into an energy blade.

"Say your prayers, Judas Priest!" I snarled and aimed my attack to pierce the nuts heart.

Before I could though, there was a pulse of energy and a bolt of black and yellow energy slammed into my chest, blasting me across the room. I stumbled to my feet as my attacker stepped over Freed, another ball of energy floating above his hand.

He was tall and bulky, with slimy looking black skin and yellow eyes. He was wearing a gray helmet with a built in respirator and feather like decorations emerging from the back, a short, black cloak that looked like it was made of wetsuit material and greaves and bracers with yellow patterns. His hands and feet were webbed and he wore a flak jacket like top with a salamander head on the chest.

"L-lord Hanzo!" stuttered Freed, his eyes wide with...fear?

Well, that was unexpected. Hanzo glanced down at the madman and, although I couldn't see his face through his helmet, I got the distinct impression he was sneering.

"Pathetic, I thought you were supposed to be strong," he said, "This is why I hate working with Humans."

He turned his glowing eyes on me and scoffed.

"Useless fool," he growled, "Can't even kill one little child properly."

I scowled at that remark.

"Who are you?" I growled.

"That is no business of yours," growled the Monster, "Not when your about to die!"

He threw the energy orb at me. I crossed my arms in front of my face and poured as much power as I could into my Rook defence, but even with that the energy attack still blasted me across the room.

"Tch, I guess your Demonic powers provide some resistance to Rinzen," said Hanzo, "Freed, finish him off then return to the Church. You may be useless, but Master still wants to keep an eye on the Fallen."

"With pleasure!" yelled Freed, snatching up his sword as the Phantom Beast vanished.

I didn't really have much of a chance to defend myself. I'm not entirely sure how, but that Rinzen blast had scrambled my Spirit and left me dazed.

"TIME TO DIE DEMON SCUM!" yelled Freed as he bore down on me with a frenzied gleam in his eyes.

I gritted my teeth as I struggled to martial any kind of defence as my third death came rocketing towards me. Suddenly, before the sword could slice into me, someone darted in front of me, forcing Freed to back up...but not before slicing the front of her habit open.

"What the...Asia, are you brain dead?!" snarled Freed, "Your supposed to be setting up the barrier!"

"Please stop this Father Freed!" said Asia, "Sora's done nothing wrong!"

"Wait, you know this guy?" asked Freed, before bursting out laughing, "Ohhh, this is just too good! A forbidden romance between a Nun and a Devil! Thats priceless!"

Asia looked shocked.

"E-eh? S-sora's a D-devil?" she stuttered.

"Thats right, hes the lowest of the low," sneered Freed, "Didn't you know? Eh, no matter, soon he'll be nothing more than another of my art projects."

Asia looked confused, but that quickly turned to horror as she turned and spotted the dead body pinned to the wall. She let out a horrified gasp and staggered back a few steps, her hands moving to her mouth.

"Ahhh right, a newbie," said Freed, "Well I guess this is as good a time as any. This is what the job is sweetheart. We kill those fools who are bewitched by the evil Devils!"

"Evil Devils?" I muttered, "Thats rich coming from you."

"SHUT UP!" roared Freed, "Now get back to putting that Barrier up Asia! We're running out of time."

He raised his sword, but Asia didn't move. The mad priest glared at the innocent nun.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snarled.

"Please Father, I beg you have mercy on this man!" said Asia, "Couldn't we just let him go?"

"That thing isn't a man, its a Devil," said Freed, a vain visibly pulsing in his temple.

It was clear that it wouldn't be long before he exploded and attacked Asia. Fortunately, whatever Hanzo had done to me seemed to be wearing off. I probably wouldn't be able to summon my Spirit for a while, but I wouldn't need it to finish off Freed.

"You made a pledge to destroy our enemies," continued Freed.

"It doesn't matter to me what he is!" protested Asia, cutting the demented man off, "Theres goodness in him I know it! You can't just kill him! How can you actually believe the Father would approve!"

"ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT!" shouted Freed, grabbing Asia by the front of her destroyed habit and pulling her right up to his face, showering her in spit as he yelled in her face, "Do you have maggots growing in that stupid head of yours?!"

He roughly tossed Asia against the wall and pinned her there by the throat.

"Our Fallen Angel friends said I wasn't supposed to hurt you, but I don't care about that any more!"

He reached out to grab Asia's exposed bra, but before he could even touch her again, I grabbed his wrist.

"Guess what?" I said, "I can move again."

"Oh crap…"

I yanked him off his feet and threw him across the room, snatching his sword as he went. I crushed the weapon in my hand and threw the remains at Freed, who was clutching his forearm where I had crushed the bone. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. With Freed down for now, I turned and knelt down next to Asia, who had collapsed after Freed had let her go.

"Are you OK?" I asked as I removed my jacket and put it around her shoulders

"Y-yes, I think so," whispered Asia, clutching the jacket close.

I gently probed her neck where Freed had grabbed her. Other than a bruise, it looked like she'd be OK. Even so, the red marks from Freeds grip stood out against her otherwise porcelain skin.

"You bastard!" snarled Freed, "Look what you've done to my arm!"

"And I'm about to do a lot more," I growled as I stood and turned to the crazed priest.

I took a step forwards, but before I could try and snap the bastards spine, Asia grabbed my wrist.

"No, please, don't," she whispered, "No more violence…"

I stared down at her for a moment, before letting out a huff.

"Consider yourself lucky," I said, shooting another glare at Freed, "You get to live a bit longer. However…"

My body flared with energy as my armour formed over me.

"Next time we cross paths, I will kill you!" I snarled.

I turned on my heel, scooped up Asia and blasted through the ceiling, shooting past the arriving Fallen so fast all they saw was a gold and silver streak. Once we were far enough away that pursuit was impossible, I flared my wings and stopped to check on Asia. While she would have been protected by my Spirit, that acceleration would likely have shaken her up quite a bit. The Healer had her eyes squeezed shut, not that I could blame her, but after a moment she seemed to realize that the super fast movement had been replaced with a gentle rise and fall in time with the beats of my wings and opened her eyes...only to snap them shut again with an eep when the first thing she was was the fearsome hooked beak of my armour hovering over her.

I chuckled lowly and retracted my helmet as Asia opened her eyes again.

"Are you OK?" I asked, "Sorry I didn't warn you, but I didn't want to stick around that Judas Priest for any longer than I had to."

"I-its fine," said Asia, "B-but why did you bring me with you? I mean, you're a Devil and I'm…"

"An innocent girl I wouldn't leave within 100 miles of Freed," I said, "Seriously, after what he tried to do to you, I wasn't about to leave you alone with him. Chances are he would have taken his anger out on you before the Fallen arrived."

"I see…" mumbled Asia, looking down sadly.

"I can put you down so you can go back to the Fallen by yourself if you want," I said.

Asia's head snapped back up, a look of fear in her eyes as she shook her head rapidly.

"N-no, please don't!" she gasped, "I-I don't want to go back to them!"

Naturally I had no intention of sending her back, but I admit that her vehement protest surprised me somewhat.

"Don't worry, I won't hand you back over," I said, "Although I have to ask, why so determined not to go back? Actually, the better question would be why you are with them in the first place? With a power like yours, I would have thought "

Asia flinched.

"I-I didn't want to join them," she mumbled, "But I had no choice."

I listened as she began to tell me her story, about how she was named a Saint when her healing ability was discovered and then a witch when she had accidentally healed a Devil. Let me tell you, as good as voice actors and literature can be at getting across emotions, it has nothing on hearing it from the person who actually went through it. The heartbreak in her voice was nearly unbearable. I made a mental note to punch Michael in the face when I saw him.

"Do you know what my dream is Sora?" said Asia through her sobs, "I-I want to have lots of friends. I want to be able to go out with them and have a good time, to laugh and cry together and make lots of happy memories!"

I stared down at her as she sobbed into my chest, before letting out a sigh.

"Well then, lets get started," I said.

"Huh?"

I smirked.

"You protected me from Freed when I was helpless and I returned the favor," I said, "To me, that means we're friends."

Asia stared at me for a moment in surprise, before she gave a watery smile.

"Oh Sora, we can't, its forbidden!"

"Awww who cares?" I said with a grin, "I don't care if you were a part of the church, right now you're unattached."

Asia flinched at that.

"Oh don't be like that," I said, "It was the Church that prevented you from making friends in the first place after all. Think of it more that you're now free. Its not like you have to suddenly lose your faith just because they kicked you out, right?"

Asia looked surprised, but slowly nodded none the less, her smile slowly returning.

"Now, onto good memorys," I said, "But first, are you scared of hights?"

Asia looked confused, but shook her head. I smirked and shifted her so I was holding her with one arm and indicated with the other.

"In that case, take a look."

Asia did and gasped as she saw the town stretched out below us and the starry sky above, creating a gorgeous view of contrasting silver and gold light.

"Beautiful," she breathed.

I chuckled.

"So, does that count as a good memory?" I asked.

Asia looked up and me and nodded with a nearly blinding smile.

And done. And pop goes the Canon! Yeah, Asia's been saved, the Peerage didn't have to show up and save Sora and it seems that Freed may have some rather...powerful friends.

Sooo, it seems that Sora may have his work cut out for him if there's a Phantom Beast lurking around. And Freed works for him! This could end badly...and epically for us. Oh, and if your wondering why Hanzo didn't just kill Sora, its mostly because he doesn't really consider him an actual threat. Big mistake.

Hmm, it seems that my muse is determined to get Sora and Asia together...eh, better than with Issei I guess and this is DXD. I still have no idea what I'm gonna do with pairings, but chances are that there will be more than one girl for Sora. This is DXD after all.

And with that, its time for me to sign off. Don't forget to leave a review!