I still do not own the dark souls series. Or the dxd series.
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A vision of an area overlooking an eternally-stretching ocean creeped into a sleeping mind. It was a premonition of a possible future.
He was walking down a small hill, on a generic dirt path that avoided the branches of fallen, aged trees that hid a path to a fortress. Past the hill was a ruin with an opening that one could easily pass through, beyond that, was the flat surface of a village.
Or, it would have been a village, yet the buildings were decrepit with age and erosion. What used to be stone roofs of a home lay defeated by age and overgrown with patches of grass. The only redeeming feature of the ruins would be the seaside breeze, and the smell of the ocean that was carried with it.
Taking a step inside, he was stopped by a small animal. He'd seen it before, but could not remember what they were called. He remembered that they most definitely did not speak at all.
"Ooh, you smell wonderful." Beginning a laugh, the vision began to fade into white and black, leaving the waking mind to pull itself from rest.
He burst from his bed, almost cracking the bed frame, a furred animal reared her head to him, to the point where her licked snout moistened his cheeks. She was worried ever since the first vision.
He'd been having visions about strange things for some time now. With no idea how it originated. Some were peaceful and tranquil, like the ruined village on the cliff by the sea.
The rest, he had mixed feelings about.
But, even though the day was not one where he should be expected at the academy, there was business with the devils of Gremory, however. There was nothing bad about taking the time to truly feel how fatigued you are by laying down for the day. But by keeping in contact with the her peerage, there may be the souls of the indicted to force justice upon, other than that religious act, the emotion of successfully defeating another, and then letting them know the act of going against your doings is a crime in itself...
Is truly exhilarating in his otherwise flat life in this town.
Soon, he had to slowly pull Eria's sharpened teeth off of him. She writhed, somehow sadly, when he attempted to pry her away from him. Like being separated from each other would finish with a terrible outcome. So, to apologize for his actions, he left saying that he would get what she wanted. As he leaned his head against the door, he heard the minuscule scratches of barely grown claws.
With a sigh, he began to leave. And she sat patiently in front of the door, awaiting arrival.
The grounds of the school were deserted. Either, there were truly none who were scheduled for any kind of club activities, or they were all avoiding him for the same reason as each other, both seemed plausible. Well, they didn't want any connections to him unless they had a legitimate reason everyone would understand, lest they become the same as him, someone who is unwanted.
Past the shrub, beyond the branches, existed a seemingly unending flight of stairs, between watchful trees. It was steps that he was familiar with, he had been walked towards the building that stands atop here.
The first step would repeat all the others, until they ended, to reveal the front of the old occult building. Without a noise, he entered. Not even the hinges screeched it's regular sound. If it wasn't for the light that entered the office, he'd have gone unnoticed by anyone.
Would you look at that, the traitor was well enough to appear, sadly. The death of one like him would have been preferred, but not everything ends in victory. Not for him, it doesn't.
At least he was quiet, the voices of those content were like a poison for him. How dare they laugh and smile in front of
'Renegade, that one...'
"Oh, you're here, I didn't expect you to show up today, but here you are." Rias looked up from her desk, avoiding the visage of dark abyss, and keeping her sight to the darkness of his hair fiber, even if the eyes were hid by dark strands, Rias could feel the hateful aura that shrouded him where ever they met. It was most potent in battle, even more powerful when he defeated the Unskilled Phenex, who was too used to the power of his heritage.
Her friends followed her to most places she traversed, and so her peerage would congregate at her location, should it be allowed. In this instance, they were.
On the couch, to his lower right, was one of the dying spirit race, proper name: Nekomata. They had certain features of a feline, most appearing with their ears, and tails. So far, there were no signs of these either of these.
Actually, he had met one like her the other day, though she was much more expressive and passionate than this one, who blankly consumed dark pieces of chocolate from a box on her lap. At some point in the surface inspection, she looked at him, but he was dismissed for her duties of the extinction of the dark race of sweets.
Beside her was one more familiar with him, if only slightly.
The woman was one with the shade of hair similar to his, yet his completely ended once batches of strands passed his ears. Akeno, the queen of this group that was situated mostly in this peaceful town, turned towards him.
"Me neither Tristan, I thought I would have to come and get you myself, fu- fu." He expected nothing from her, so the feeling of surprise shot through when the queen said something to the striving knight. Still, another distraction would be a needless thing. Just like hope was to those like him, in a painful environent, with little comfort.
Back to her sentence, even if she did come to get him... it was only a proffesional relation, a meagre one, at that. His answer to her was silence.
The rest of the present devils displayed generic behavior you would find in a casual student of the nearby academy.
"Here are the devils who want to hire you..." Rias let a little creature, the size of a bird bite a paper she held, and it flew to his hand. Releasing the sheet once he held it between a finger and a thumb.
"You've caused quite a stir in the underworld, Tristan... Surprised at who it is?" Peering at the paper, he discovered that someone he used to see was a devil. The shadows that fixed to his eyes parted to show a slightly compacted black iris, before the dark shadows returned, leaving the parted lips as the only trace of surprise. She giggled when she saw a feeling other than one of negativity on him, only so long until she was affected by the dark aura.
"Sona has declared a friendly rating game once more, but has requested to have you participating with her team. I'm sure she's caught on to your battle from the other day..."
On the piece of paper, was a plain picture of a slightly familiar face, black hair. Most familiar was the large red spectacles.
Spectacles...
Ah, now he remembered, this person was Sona Shitori, the head of the student council. Never expected her to be a supernatural, truly proves that anyone could be completely different from what you think of them. How many more of the student body are devils, how many are angels? How many of them know who he really is, and where he is really from?
"Just because you've been with us, don't think you can easily flatten us like you did with Riser." Finally, the voice of a traitor filled the room, and he was reminded of a previous encounter, one filled with more heat than anything.
The devil expected all the girls in the academy to be in his dream group, it's just that fate's dealt him a tad better set than what the squire was, sadly. Yet, the inevitable day would come where the the two peerages would clash, and Issei would be the first he would destroy. The taste would be sweet, as he would watch them burn. And then respawn somewhere, with the memory of that pain.
"He's right, Tristan, we know how you fight as well. The rating game will take place this time, two days from now, so on a Monday." Rias finished, clasped hands covering the front of her face. She waited for some kind of response.
Recieving none, the king calmly said that this was all that would be required of him.
"You may leave, now."
"Oh, today isn't usually your day, ami. Is something happening?" The brunette had thought that he appeared here only on some weekdays, and sometimes on the days of the Sun. Even as she asked, the question would usually be easily dodged with practiced skill.
All the girl wanted was to make a first best friend in this new town, but she guessed that Tristan was not the kind of person to commonly converse with people, so she considered herself special that the two were on speaking terms. Was it really that easy to turn a stranger into someone you know?
It might just be that she has yet to be officially enrolled into a proper school as of yet, that would resolve itself this coming Monday, she would be in the same school as her first friend. That was good! Her father believed Tristan to be a strong young man, and able to protect her from the boys who would become too brave and take a peek. From the girls who would no doubt cast their scorned insults at her, however little the cause be. And, she would already have someone to know.
However, it would not be so easy.
He knew his own reputation, living on the darkest edges of the social spectrum, her affiliation with him would make her follow as well. The same thing that happened to him would happen to her. Obviously, such emptyness was something that clung to him like a newborn would to it's mother, but, for her, the force of it would envelop her.
It was fine for him, since he already knows that his hopes of the top of mount school had already crumbled.
It was not fine for her, because she wanted to make a whole lot of friends, hanging around him would defeat the her idea.
But, the squire had the father's belief to uphold, which he would hope not to betray. Besides, if she would so require it, he may help her in whatever that she would ask, assuming it was something that he would be able to help with.
He just wishes that the world be kinder to her than it was to him. For his life would be leagues more dangerous than hers.