I AM ALIVE

DONT PANIC

Exams coming up soon. Time is short and scarce, but valuable nonetheless. I dedicate this chapter to those who still read this!

Btw, should i start naming chapters?

I still do not own the Dark Souls series. Or the highschool dxd series.

He recited a word that had come into his head only a little after his discovery of Issei's traitorous nature. But what could have been shallow dislike, the same as that of a child, had been warped by the sword-girl from his travels.

ELIMINATE

Asane liked to influence those that she liked, bringing their lives closer to hers to be soaked in blood together. Tristan Turned a corner, the wings of the butterflies were ahead of him, leading towards that which he seeks. A cloud of dust lifted from his movement as he bolted past the corner. The bright colors dashed around him, telling of how near he was to the indicted devil. Not long now, only a little longer.

He recounted his experience in the rating game. So far, he had eliminated three devils of Rias' side, the last time he had remembered, there was a total of seven in Gremory's little family. Now unless they had gone and recruited a member from nowhere, only four remain. Three to beat, one to eliminate. The rest, he didn't necessarily mind what they did. But it was their duty to try and defeat the opposition, and break the constant stalemates that occur. There was only one extra in the student council's eight members, seven in the occult club, but Issei was only growing his strength as he goes.

Of course, all things learn as they grow. And with the age of Gods, there was much growth. The Chaos Witches, even if their true home is Izalith, they all had a place in Lordran, for their efforts against the archdragons and their challenge of mettles. The Witches once taught the art of pyromancy to many, only asking that they be obedient during the lessons, be they young gods or humans. Now, the art was under-used due to how effective miracles were to the main threats of today; devils, and perhaps; fallen angels as well. But that wasn't to say that their flames were without use. The Warriors of Estocie were driven back by their student's fires, the clan of 'Nozkill' was exterminated with the combined efforts of knights and pyromancers.

But there was however, a traveling band of cowards. A band who rolled through everything with their below thirty percent carry weight, wielding blades of sickness all the while. This problem stemmed from their use of two handed weapons, specifically curved swords. A ring found on their fingers closely matches that of the clan of 'Nozkill', suggesting that there was a connection between the two sets of dead bodies, leaving scholars to theorise. Until Lordran was first approached by an angel seeking assistance for his God.

With the threat of a war involving devils, students were becoming apprentices of silver knights, or just going as far as to recite the tale that was the lightning spear. Fair enough.

The magics of sorcery, of course had their effectiveness. Though most in Lordran had felt more at ease learning something that their existence had been based upon, the war against the archdragons had been victorious due to sunlight manifested as lightning. There were those who were fascinated by the new spells, and decided to learn under a renowned scholar in the growing art.

Leaving the Chaos Witches with fewer and fewer students to teach, but that wasn't all bad. With less wanting to learn, the Daughters were able to fine-tune the ability of their remaining apprentices. Under the watchful, ever-passionate eyes of the Chaos Witches, a novice was able to complete their training in less time than that of one who learns of sorcery, or miracles. At least until they dared to learn of the more advanced spells of chaos, then one would be taken by a Witch to someplace special to complete this type of practice. Even so, there were things that the daughters would keep to themselves, enticing their once-tutants to further themselves from there, and create their own brand of pyromancy.

But each was able to hold a sword if ever need be.

The schools of power in Lordran were many, and did not end on just these. The Silver Knights were not only faithful, but must be strong enough to wield a special bow; larger, and stronger than any other, these were wielded with honor and pride.

With a return the present battle, the Lordran squire had finally heard the shouting. An explosion was heard soon after. Most definitely the sounds of a battle. Together with the little Sunlight Butterflies, Tristan rushed towards the familiar echoes, booming of an exploded spell that came after silence, it reminded him of home, when he first saw one of the revered Witches.

There was a voice, in it's line, was the evil to be eliminated. If he turned this last corner, then what he seeks will be discovered.

Running past the bricks, Tristan found a swarm of familiar butterflies flutter away into the night sky, without their aura of sunlight. A wing brushed against his cheek, with a smidgen of a chuckle, he turned to look at the cause. Similarly, the insects that had rode on his shoulders and head had already lost their bright sunlight. With distress, their little wings shuffled with discomfort, before they were cupped in his hands with a gentle cross-handed hold. This moment allowed to exist only because the combatants' focus in their own fights

"It is fine, you have all done more than enough for me. My thanks." Tristan lifted his hands slowly, and found his sky filled with the insects, but one remained for a moment, one more closely affiliated with him than the rest.

But, with the slightest of twitches in it's antennas, Blue-wing rose into the sky, following her kind, awaiting the return of the 'Incandescent One' from his battle.

"That is fine as well. Wait for me, then. I will return." With a small movement, the Lordran squire formed a small fabric catalyst for miracles. It wasn't required, but channeling faith in this form without such a thing would leave a scar on the user, if they weren't of a certain level. Tristan held the catalyst in his hand, right below the tip of his knight's shield. During his time in this strange town, he had attempted to better himself, resulting in the mimicking of someone's way of fighting.

As quiet as ever, he rushed across the dirt.

Spotted by someone he wasn't worried about for now, Tristan lifted his arms, along with his form, directly imitating the First Lord's Silver Knights, but with a weapon in his left. He muttered an almost silent prayer to himself, and was gifted by the appearance of a lightning spear. This idea of dual wielding first came to thought when a girl held a katana and his straight sword in her grip, easily toying with the journeying soldier like a cat with a mouse until she was bored.

Call this form what you will, but with lightning and iron as his weapon and shield, Tristan seeks a battle with the devil who has wronged him.

Sunlight Knight, perhaps?

But the one who had spotted him had appeared opposite of him, lunging her small fists at the running sir. He'd seen the girl deliver a blow, and knew what strength lies beneath Koneko's hand, but his soul was readied and en-flamed in the name of the First Lord, so he pushed through her attack. His reliable shield had spread the impact, leaving it to him to push against Koneko's force. He clenched his teeth in hatred, and took the hit.

Koneko's face contorted in shock when Tristan remained unmoving, there was solid contact, and her usual opponents would be sent flying, or at least slide backwards, but the powerful punch was tanked. He looked down, and slid his shield across the smaller girl's fist, but within a moment, she jumped backwards.

Then she had seen the effects of his lightning on a devil. Much more effective than that of Rias' queen. Or at least, the girl knew it's effects.

Speaking of the devil, she took a moment from her magical fight with one of the student council to shout something to the little girl. A rare moment available only because of her opponent's miscalculation.

"Koneko! Be careful of his lightning!" The queen moved about in the sky. Dodging the lunge of a halberd-like weapon, she put space between the two queens of each faction.

With an irritated gritting of teeth, and the typical 'Tch', Koneko back-stepped every time Tristan would try to hit her with anything. There was a chance that his sword was enhanced by a subtle lightning, meant to trick her. The yellow javelin in his left hand was out of the question. A single scratch from that thing and she was defeated.

And even if it wasn't there, there was still that blank metal shield to worry about. The force behind her punches would be spread over the shield, and Tristan would push forward with that peculiar strength of his.

The devil was left with only a little of her power after she was assaulted by his butterflies. A strange thing, to have such ties to wildlife. It can be used to help, like what Tristan had just done, but even an unwanted sin would come for the sinner, like it did with someone she knows.

Koneko looked at his face while he was in a lunge, dangerously forgetting the devil's weakness to Sunlight manifested as lightning. But she had taken all that was needed in this encounter, even if half of his visage was covered in some kind of cloth. She was weakened, and he was empowered. Not even her fabled 'Touki' would be able to help her here. Tristan had just proven that.

The only thing that she could do was to run and get help, lest she repeat what she had done with the Sunlight Butterflies.

Koneko turned, and felt fear from his dreaded miasma of hate. But with a little use of her strength, the cat-girl leaped away from him into relative safety.

But she can't get away from something. There was a mental image of what could have happened if she had been only a little too late.

A picture of her back turned to his lightning spear, which had phased through her body. A further, more detailed, and bloody outcome appeared when this ended, as a trick of fear.

It was an extension of a mind influenced by that of something less than morally correct.

She was afraid of the usually-silent person when he's like this.

Like I said, the time for the satanic rituals of exams just keep getting closer n closer.

it sux tho.

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