I woke up in the most luxurious room I can imagine. The bed has a canopy or this is the most ridiculous bottom of a double deck I am seeing. The wood and the craftsmanship seem superb. The chandelier is ornate gold. This seems like a room fit for a prince. I feel shocked. I was dying. Was. Now I'm-

"YOURE AWAKE!"

I looked at the source of the voice and found the most adorable tomato head girl with the most expressive blue eyes I've ever seen.

"Hello, what's your name?"

Man, is this what my grandparents feel like looking at me as a brat? I ask in the same tone my relatives ask me when we come to visit them. She proudly puffs her chest out and answers.

"RIAS GREMORY! WAIT-! How did mom tell me to deal with this?"

As she frets back and forth she looks absolutely adorable.

Wait, Rias?

Just as I noticed someone other than Rias in that room my thoughts are interrupted.

"Ah, right! My name is Rias Gremory and you are now my Servant!"

Bat like wings spring from her back and she is now a few inches above ground with her hands on her waist trying to project arrogance and maturity.

"Welcome to Hell!"

My mind just crashed. That wasn't part of the EULA when I choose to believe in Jesus Christ.

Ugh. This absurdity is giving me a headache. Granted I probably didn't read much of the EULA. Who does anyway? I just saw the first few terms and signed up. Believe, get eternal life after death, seems legit.

"Rias…"

A seemingly demure black haired girl with purple eyes scolds the tomato head that has such squeezable cheeks. I tune their talk out in order to take my surroundings more. Nope, I am pretty sure this place isn't my messy student apartment. Did I get dumped in the snow? Kidnapped?

Red entered my view and a voice snapped me out.

"Are you, Ok?"

Rias asked demurely in contrast to her confidence before. What a caring girl.

"Oh? Yeah, just a headache. Must be from sleeping too long. Can, can you explain how I got here and where I am now exactly?"

The last thing I remember was an off-hand comment I cannot actually remember before going to sleep in my apartment last night. Dying under the snow, an unfamiliar ceiling and the name that is ringing bells in my head synonymous to tomato head with boobs. Now, if my guess is correct I've been isekai'd and definitely not in Kansas. No twisters or wardrobes involved. No, that's too much of a leap of logic but the wings and the thing with 'Hell', am I dreaming?

"Oh. That." Hehehe. What a compassionate child, worrying for a complete stranger. I truly hope I am simply dreaming.

"Rias, right?" She looks at me before nodding proudly.

"Yes. Anyway listen closely, I will not repeat myself."

She took a deep breath as the blacked haired girl moves to take out a blackboard and chalk. The following discussion made my mind crash once more.

All myths are real. Devils are in a three way cold war with Heaven and the Fallen Ones with a proper hazard of death.

Alongside the rest of the supernatural world although it's only implied. The way she explained it is so nostalgic. An introduction given to a certain overly perverted protagonist after getting killed on his first date.

"Any questions?"

It's a lot to take in and so I asked.

"Can you leave me for a few moments? I… Need some time to think about this."

Oh God, what happened? Why am I here? The stress is making my head throb in pain again.

Oh, my God I'm in Highschool DxD. A death world hidden beneath a covering of tits and ass. Headaches due to stress are real. I can't believe I laughed about this in passing. I can feel pain. Oh shit.

Trying to hold my head to ease the pain, my short stubby child like hands appear in from my view. I want to be in denial of all of this altogether. No, I really did almost die back then, that is no laughing matter. Did I die and woke up here?!

"I… This is a lot to take in. I'm sorry but I REALLY need some time alone."

They looked worried and dejected. Even more worried.

"Oh…" Don't pout, geez. It's just really stressful finding out you're a brat about to enter puberty again. I'm not even sure I managed to finish the first one. That's concerning… Anyways, before I forgot-

"Thank you."
I look at her eyes directly giving as much sincerity to my tone and eyes as I can.

The smile back was worth it.

This is a world where all myths are real. This is a world where my God is accepted by most as real or at least more undisputed especially in the supernatural world. The Devil exists so God exists? It's the opposite really.

Ugh, my head

The two looked at me in worry before black haired girl of Asian descent whom I remember as Akeno Himejima, stops Rias and shaking her head before leading her to the door with a polite bow and said,

"We shall be going for now. If you need anything simply ask the maids posted outside,"

"Oh, thanks. Just… I need to process all this. Y'know?"

An understanding look comes across her face before giving me a small smile of sympathy.

"I know. Don't worry, I can guarantee you, you wont have to go through it alone anymore."

That's reassuring. Probably. I lay down on the most comfortable bed I ever knew.

So… What are my options?

Stick around and have plot come like a railroaded train on the rails towards pain and death with the veneer of tits and ass.

Or I could join the church. Similar minded people showing the world the love of God.

Super soldiers, human and child, experimentation, trafficking for the sake of a fighting chance and resources. Possible inside job that works with devils to traffic innocent maidens to wolves and beasts. Exploitative child labor leaning towards child soldiers for their own ends. If the ends justify the means what use is it being called the "church"?
CHRIST, is the church here these degraded?! Do they even truly believe? God may as well be dead to them at this point.
Wait… right… I can feel my face getting flat even with the continual flaring in my head.

"god" is dead in this world. Supposedly.

What the Hell Ishibumi? Migraines aren't stopping. Heaven's automated Smiting System?

"Devil… Right." God. Ugh. I'm starting to regret this now. Me being in another world. Turned into another race entirely by these so called Evil Pieces shoved into my body by a prepubescent girl with my consent, if that snowy night was real.

Bye bye, imago dei.

Although, I don't feel different. I look different truly but I still look Human.

Even after everything else, smaller, younger body not included.

The so called, Evil Pieces used to reincarnate other races into Devils that allows reincarnation or rather resurrec- No, revival closer to resuscitation.

Granted its basically near immortality, peak and higher than human stats alongside magic. Yeah, I'm kinda leery at the third.

What else are my options?

Go independent? Leaving ones own Peerage gets you a Stray Devil status to get rekt and are basically fodder on death sentence unless you're capable or a league of your own. Plus, the madness that can be induced being away from the "King" of the peerage. Seems like an intentional flaw if you asked me.

Also it'd be spitting on the kindness and hand of Rias as she saved me.

More liable to get mugged and target practice for anyone remotely capable involved.

The Fallen Angels? Their leader Azazel seems like a laid back guy that takes care of his subordinates. His subordinates themselves? Not so much.

Granted, Rias has resources that are tantamount and are top class in this world. Connections too. Which includes the most powerful leader of the Underworld.

Also… They seem to treat me as family already. Newly inducted one for sure but something close. They remind me of my own.

…

Moving on. Last but not the least Sacred Gear. Supposed sources of miracles and mighty men performing feats in history. Said to be created and distributed by the 'God' of this world to strengthen Humanity. It cheapens miracles and legends for me but its quite gracious. If not for the fact that the rest of the supernatural world is hounding them like cattle and hotcakes to take advantage of. Employment is tame of a term.

The original owner of this body is supposed to have a Sacred Gear meant to create blades named Sword Birth. It creates demo- Cursed Blades.

I got off the bed intent on finding out what was within me. Its quite exciting looking for such a treasure.

Whatever I got, I am content, happy even that I may not get what was expected to be there.

How did Rias from that future tell our hentai protagonist?

Imagine yourself at your strongest. No, the strongest being you can imagine?

God? No, He's a different vector altogether. Beams and explosions don't seem to do it for me. Competence and technique is more appealing to me yet I am not a fighter. So what do I have as a reference?

What is strength to me? The power to impose or realize one's own will into another or reality.

Even to the point of rewriting reality. I imagine a red bowman calling forth a different world from within him.

"So, as I pra-!"

I can feel something within me pulsate with warmth. I see pointed edge coming forth.

Ominous glowing sharp ends biting through a room more expensive that everything I own in my past life that I do not own.

"OHSHI-!"

The blades disappeared as I panicked and lose focus willing for them to disappear. A few holes but nothing too irreversible. Probably. I can't pay for this.

I think back to what I can do and what I still need to consider besides asking the people around me that can probably see through my age and possible lies playing the game longer than my grandparents are alive. I'll just tell them I don't remember anything from my time at the orphanage. That'll go well to people who can lie better than most mortal politicians but I have to look at the positives.

I have hang ups on my reincarnation twice over but… Eternal youth and magic. The culture here encourages polygamy. The people of old even in Israel do that. I guess 2 or 3 will do? Other than that, this Sacred Gear, amazing gift from Go-

'Ow' Noted.

"Let's pray for good measure."

He is known by many names. In which His people can call upon Him. Either I silently say it or speaking it, He can hear it He's omniscient. I heard.

"Shit." I was almost crushing my temples from trying to lessen the pain. It's catching up. Really?

"El Shadd-" Urp.

Crap.

"ELOHI-" Grk.

"Fu- This is fine. This is ok. Deep breaths."

YHW-

"Oh, motherfucker! I'M NOT EVEN SAYING IT!"

"JehovARGHHH-!"

I am starting to regret those words.

"Oh, sweet merciful fucker." Its like when I had flu induced headaches multiplied by cancer.

Verses too. Shit. It's one of the few things I am sure I can take from my old world with my memories.

This sucks. So I know for real God is real here. Heavenly induced headache. Amusingly vindictive and worrisome since I am of the faith. He's MIA here. OK FINE people say He's dead. Why does it matter what people say? He's real. Realer here, probably. Mostly. Damn, tits and ass logic backwards borderline hentai world!

No, I am not in denial. Screw logic, the multiverse exists! The migraines are getting to me. His Word is still around. Probably. I should get to that later if it's the same… as a Devi- Goddamnit.

"…urgh" That was me groaning over the pain of mine existence kneeling on the floor on all fours with my arms shaking.

"Ok once more. Lets try praying and asking for guidance and support." Just like dad, mom and the others encouraged. Kneel. Knuckles together. Pray in Jesus name.

"Free form, same start."

"Heavenly Fa-"

I blacked out.

Blood flowing on my nose. My head feeling light and my knees losing strength as I felt my cheeks go warm.

I feel my hands and body wet with something. My head feels light.

"Oh. Oh shit."

My nose is bleeding and there are no naked women around. This isn't how it was suppose to go.

"C-Can this kill me now?" Something tells me it can and it will.

I put it out of my mind.

"Jes-"
I cut myself off.

I can reach it.

My hands are shaking.

I will reach it again.

I try to bluff myself but I know for certain, my very being knows for a fact that I nearly died. Whether it's the repeated damage from saying His names or me being a weak newly reincarnated Devil I don't know. I can feel my Sacred Gear pulsating against the near death experience. Willing itself to let me survive. Cursed blades from memory litter my surroundings like a balm as conflicting feelings arose from me, I felt better with them around yet within those feelings are a pit that I put out of my mind for later. The implications are clear to me.

"So, I need to get stronger, huh?" The words came out of my mouth before I realize it.

In order to last and to properly 'talk'. I need to obtain resistance.

How did I get here? What happens now? What do I do? Regardless of the answers to these questions I need to get an answer that I can accept and in order to get those answers, I need to get stronger regardless.

To survive. To thrive. Probably.