Hi.

I wish I was as popular as all the fic writers D;

I still do not own the dark souls series or the highschool dxd series.

Here it is:

There was more and more space being taken up than the incoming insects would have liked. The lucky first who had found a place on him, whether adult or younger, all lightly flapped their wings in unison. Together, they played a message for him. The later arrivals had remained afloat, and kept their night lights alive.

"..Mm. Right, then." In response, he slowly raised his hands, which had taken a channel of faith from somewhere on him. Taking hold of the little thing in both palms, he went through the process.

It was a difficult miracle to learn, meaning that only a little of Lordran had the ability for this spell, all of which affiliated with the main legion. He just had the time to practice it. Even so,

It took a while to successfully complete, at his current level. More practice was necessary. Even with closed eyes, the rising brightness came through as an orange glow, dimming everything else. From the outside, everything that was Tristan and his squad existed above a blessed circle of faith, filled with Lordran text. Along the very edges of the holy platform, tendrils of orange navigated their way around the spell, and by extension, the creatures as well.

Now,

Among the butterflies, he would be known as 'The Incandescent One.'

They all left, fluttering about him, now covered in a glow of orange. Going incredibly well with their colorful bio-luminescence.

"Now, for me." The insects swirled around him slowly, shining their various colors on him. He put his channel away for now. Thinning his eyes at the thought of his target, he gave them a sentence.

"Find Issei Hyoudou for me." They continued to patrol him, seemingly having no end.

Their main objective received, their task had been set.

Then, the first butterfly wandered to the skies of the night. An amount of it's friends had followed. After that point, there came to be less and less as they scattered into either the night sky or the treeline, shrouded in the glow of brightness.

He heard the sound of a spell through the grounds, coming from where he first met the insects. The far-off clanging of metalic materials came soon after.

Before he had finally set off in the direction of the treeline, the stranger was visited by something. On his nose, it returned, the blue wings and simple decoration was already feeling nostalgic for him.

"You couldn't leave?" Blue-wing let her brittle extention roam and fan, answering the question.

"Then come along, but be safe when we find someone hostile." A moment, then the creature flew off his face, and found a new place on his shoulder, holding to the position tightly.

Feeling for the leather wraps of the sword's cover, Tristan let the free hand to Blue-wing, answered with her rubbing her body's brittle extention on the middle and pointer finger, only momentarily.

With everything set and ready, the stranger dashed through the path towards the school, with the sunlight butterfly that stood guard.

At the area of first contact, one of the squads of team Sona had met some of Rias' soldiers at the school's tracks

The first soldier, a knight by the name of Kiba, brought one of his many swords down onto the grass of the school track, aiming for the backside of a Sona devil, one with long brown hair tied in a double tails, reaching downwards.

She turned around, taking a quick directional step to dodge the downwards, therefore low, area of effect of the attack.

A knight by the name of Xenovia swung her blue ultra greatsword at another devil, one with blue hair the length of her chin, and a somewhat boyish face. Her attack was blocked by a large shield of light, before trailing away with a backstep.

Koneko was the final soldier in the interception, her small fist carried it's immense force towards a girl with brown hair tied with braided tails, completed with a blue headband. Being one without a great ability to fight, she tried her best to evade the attack.

They tried their best to avoid their attacks, taking a chance to hit with the shield or kick at the knees, but their attacks just seemed to be worthless.

They were being pushed around as well.

But then, they came, strange little things. At first, those who saw them mistook them as the stars of nighttime during battle. But it was then they came a little closer, that their true nature was shown.

They were butterflies, wrapped in aura cast by a holy squire. Contact with any of them would easily stagger one to the point of temporary vulnerability. There is where the devils' problem lies.

Where there was one, around that was dozens more, all glowing a dim color, edged with orange power.

But none of the devils knew what it really was, they were more concerned with the fact that there was an abnormally large amount of them, with some changes. Their game of running and missing made it impossible to interact with any, but the butterflies weren't simply migrating, as most would think.

They followed them, Kiba, Xenovia, Koneko, they were tailed constantly by a colorful swarm for each of them. While they followed closely to the distracted enemy, the swarms trailed closer. They were certainly fast, for their kind.

First touch, a mere graze of skins, but solid contact for the aura of sunlight around them.

And their strength of devils had diminished, incredily so.

Kiba, chasing an opponent felt his arms yell in rebelious pain, devil's knight no more, taken back to the day he was helpless to save those people so long ago. Helpless and useless, better to be dead in the snow if he was going to end up like this, feebly holding a sword with the weight of a boulder.

It was during a two-handed thrust that the lady knight had met her innate weakness, a flock of flutter entered sight. Foolishly, she dismissed it as brave creatures and continued her oppressive blows against the similarly-haired opponent.

Said opponent had turned to take a glance, away.

With a mistake identified, Xenovia pushed inte her legs and forced herself forward, aiming to cleave the girl into the 'unable to fight' category.

"Agh!" Shrill scream found its way from the victim's throat. Tsubasa Yura, in a moment of unfocus, had let her grand shield of light waver from attention, leading to the situation of herself sprawled on the rubber of the track itself, defeated.

With a grin that broke into a victor's smirk, Xenovia found her breath as the defeated opponent became geometric cubes. In her moment of recovery, she was unable to react to the things that neared. The glow came from the edges of her vision.

"To divide them, and to tear them apart from their strength, is the most powerful ideal than any logic you will find."

"And then, once they are lost, do what you wish."

Her strength meant nothing while sapped, returning as a weight of fatigue, she lacked the ability to wield her sword in an effective manner.

But, at least everything was bright. Like the gates of Heaven.

She realised that she was in a battle, and began to swat away what she could, meeting blank air as the butterflies evaded every wave of the hand until they were called elsewhere.

So it was that they departed.

It was not so with the rest of her company.

Kiba was barely able to lift his blade now, suffering an amount of heels and kicks from that who would have been defeated.

If only these damned butterflies hadn't been around here!

He took a kick to the chest from the girl, for when drained of strength, even the greatest of kings would return to their knees.

In a heartbeat, young Koneko was already doing her best to evade the butterflies after seeing the effects on Kiba. She was not about to lose this battle with an excuse as petty as 'Defeated by environment.' That would be silly

She couldn't do this, this running, escaping, and repetition, for the entirety of the match. A change in action was required.

He had already arrived. He was behind a tree, waving his hand over something metallic, before it started to take on a radical change.

The part that would slice became wrethed in lightning, and began to glow brightly, sparkling at the edges. The best of his magical capabilities in the school of faith. His best. The best you can do, is really to do the best that you can do.

Especially for the ones that you treasure, however many or little exist for you in the world.

But for the unfortunate, so few existed, and with so little value that a change in mind and self was required.

For some, their bright smiles make way for eternal frowns.

For others, their blades become heavier, even if their was no change to the iron that shaped it.

Their actions vary for every person, but each thinks the same way.

'A problem has arisen.'

'A solution has been devised.'

Their solutions would only work for so long, before they develop into something unrecognisable.

When left alone, at least.

So I kinda discovered that it's only when players bless their weapons, it becomes bright blue.

Silly me!

When non-players bless their weapon, it just gets brighter and sparkles more.

Found that out when I got whooped by that one knight that guards the place where you give sunlight medals. LUL

Hey. It's time to leave.

Hit me with a review, if you want something from me.

I might be able to give the desired answer, probably not.

Byeee