Chapter 1

I don't remember much before my adoption, but I do know I got very lucky. In my past life I can faintly remember looking into churches from the outside and thinking they looked 'cool'.

I was always too afraid or nervous to take a step inside, but I remember being jealous of the people who were raised in them.

In this life though. I was lucky enough to be adopted into a family that goes to church. As a matter of fact I have a Grandfather in this life who is a cardinal.

Going to Church and learning of the Christian faith to a level far greater than I did in my previous life is one of the ways I wish to be better in this life.

I don't recall almost any of my past life, but I do remember that I wasn't a good person. I don't think I was that bad either, but I have a weird feeling other people did.

Another reason to give myself to my faith is the fact that I have been reborn. I personally don't know how I ended up here, but it has at least proven to me something that most likely no other human knows for a fact.

The soul exists. And not just the soul, but most likely also a higher power.

If I don't have a reason above other people to devote his life to God, then I don't know who does. As for why the God I have chosen to follow is the Christian God.

It's because of the family I was adopted into. If being an orphan that is adopted by a family with strong ties to the church isn't a 'sign', then I don't know what is.

I would have never thought like this in my past life, but what is what I'm going through if not proof of some higher power, or at least of the soul.

'Perhaps I'm wrong.' A thought rings through my mind at least once a week. I never had evidence of me being wrong, but one thing that ended up only becoming my strongest. Every time I pray or use the lord's name I feel a dull pain in my skull.

When I was first going to church the pain hurt to an almost crippling degree, but as time went on I continued praying and confessing my sins. Slowly but surely the pain has gone away and become the dull reminder of past sins and nothing more.

Still though it wasn't until today that I completely confirmed my belief.

POV - Judas

"Honey, come down stairs we have company." My mothers pleasant voice rings through the air and up into my bedroom.

Looking up from my book and towards the door trying to remember if my mother mentioned anything about having company today, but no memory pops into my mind.

As I place my book on the nightstand and put on my slippers I walk towards my door and open it up to the hallway. Walking towards the stairs I can't help but have a smile come to my face as I look at the paintings on the wall once again reminded of my family's wealth.

"Hurry."

Hearing my moms voice again I start to slow jog down the stairs and into the living room. Panting I from exhaustion I can't help but curse at my frail body. The only real negative of this life.

"Fuck."

"JUDAS PRINCE." Looking up I sigh as I see an annoyed expression on my mothers face, knowing I'm about to get lectured by her in front of our guest.

"Well he has quite the potty mouth doesn't he." Looking up I see the face of a man who bears slight resemblance to my mother wearing a priest outfit.

" Sorry Father, I would have never said that if I knew you were here, but I was born with a weak body and almost any form of effort leaves me physically and mentally weak." Taking the chance to get out of a lecture from my mother I speak up before she can and get a pointed glare from her.

Luckily the priest speaks up before she can say anything.

"Well today's both yours and my sister's lucky day," he said with a chuckle. Sister? I wasn't aware I had an uncle, but it explains the resemblance.

Seeing the question on my face my mother speaks up.

"He's my half brother." She says, looking at me, and then to explain further. "He lives in the Vatican and almost never leaves, it was quite a surprise he could drop by."

Turning to my half uncle? I see her expression change to one of excitement. "You got my letters."

"Yes." My uncle said with a smile. "It's impossible not to see at least one of the thousand you sent."

"Then you're here too…"

"Yes." My uncle said ending their small nonsensical exchange that I have no context of to understand. "I have a wizard friend around here that can help see what's wrong with him."

'Wizard.' What is that supposed to mean? A faith healer maybe, though my mother has always been against seeing them when science could do nothing to help me.

"And he can help?" My mother said with a skeptical look.

Alright now I'm pretty sure they're talking about faith healers. Maybe wizard is just a derogatory term people from the church use towards them.

"Yes, He's not like the low-class pretenders trying to make a dime." He said. "He's a partner of the church and recently stepped into Ultimate-Class with my help"

I could see the look in my mothers eyes turn from skeptical, excited, and then to awe. At this point I'm just confused. As far as I'm aware there is no explanation I can come up with that would make any of those terms make sense.

Perhaps they are talking about the level of health degrees. An associate is Low-Class, and Ultimate is a doctorate.

That makes no sense though. My parents spent thousands on doctors already. I have definitely spoken to some of the highest ranked professions in the field.

Turning towards my mother I see love in her eyes as she looks at me. The love only a mother could hold for her child.

"What's happening?" I ask in hope to relieve myself of confusion.

My mother just keeps looking at me with some sadness leaking into her gaze so I turn to my uncle.

"There's no easy way to put this, but magic is real." My uncle says with a smile on his face. I look straight at him with an expression of skepticism.

Magic? Existing? Perhaps. I can chalk up my being reborn to at the very least proof of the existence of the soul, but magic that's a leap I can't take without some solid proof.

"Why have I never seen anything even bordering the realm of magic if you say it exists." I question him. "Show me proof, or better yet use some magic right now."

"Judas" My mother calls for me hoping I will stop being so questioning, but I need answers. Perhaps this could shine some light on me being reborn.

"Well." My uncle begins and then pauses. "I can't do magic because I have no aptitude for it, but I can guarantee you that once you step into the house of my friend and meet him you will understand and have your proof."

I look at him trying to find even the smallest of falsehood in his eyes, but I can't. Feeling somewhat bitter for some reason I look at my mother.

She's known about magic this whole time if this is all true and never told me.

"Oh baby." My mother comes towards me and wraps me in a hug. "I'm sorry I never told you, but the average magic user can't do anything to help you and I didn't want to get your hopes up if your uncle couldn't find a powerful one who could."

I usually struggle to get out of her hugs around other people, but I'm not as embarrassed right now as I am hopeful to be cured of this weak body.

"It's ok mom." I hug her back and then let go as she does as she walks back to her seat.

I look towards my uncle.

"Ok. When can we see this wizard." My mother looks towards my uncle as I ask this.

"Yes, when can we see them?"

My uncle takes a second, perhaps not being used to emotionally charged situations like this.

"I can take Judas over right now, but you will have to stay here Mary." My uncle says.

I can see my mother about to speak up in anger, but my uncle speaks up before she does.

"Mary, I told this Wizard that I would only bring my nephew. I can't just bring another person along or he might get the wrong idea." My uncle says as his explanation. "You know how wizards are. Eccentric, and trust me it gets worse as they get more powerful. This particular wizard will probably believe that I was leading a hit against him if he saw a third person."

'Ya that's not good.' I look at my mother and see that she is surprisingly calm.

"Ok." My mother says sweetly to my confusion. She is usually a worry wart about these situations. "But, If something goes wrong I will ask my father to get an explanation from you."

At this my uncle changes his expression from the almost permanent smile on his face to a look of dread.

"No need to bring dad into this." he says somewhat frightened.

'Grandpa. If I recall correctly he is a cardinal.'

"Don't worry sister, nothing will go wrong. That wizard is too paranoid to have an exorcist's death on his record." My uncle says as reinsurance.

He then turns to me. "Go get dressed. I promised the Heretic I would be there in 20 minutes."

As I walk back to my room I can hear my mothers screech.

"Heretic? WHY ARE YOU FRATERNIZING WITH SOMEONE LIKE THAT."

I put my head down and just hope uncle can calm her down by the time I get ready.

Holding on tight to my seat I realize that a man who spends most of his time in the vatican and almost never leaves is naturally a bad driver.

"Your mother can be a real nagging uh… nancy when she's trying to be helpful" My uncle said trying to strike up a conversation. "But she means well."

I remain silent. I know I should say something, but my whole world view is kind of in the process of shattering so I think God will forgive me for not being polite right now.

I can feel his eyes on me so I turn to look at him. I see that he is not looking at me but rather my clothes.

He sees me looking at him and says. "You should've dressed casual and not all fancy like that. This lunatic is going to think you're a Men In Black."

"Like the movies." I ask in genuine confusion.

"No, but those definitely didn't help his paranoia." He sighs. "I really hope he's not a bastard about this."

We both fall silent for the rest of the drive.

As we pull up to the house I can't help but notice that it looks…

"It's a bit too normal to be in a wizard's house don't you think." My uncle speaks up before I can finish my thought. "That's why he lives here. To throw off any one who might be after him."

I really don't understand this magic stuff. I really hope this so-called wizard isn't just insane.

Following my uncle to the front door I could've sworn I saw someone peeking at us from behind a curtain. He seemed to not think the curtain was enough and was holding a lamp in front of himself to stay hidden.

Looking towards my uncle I can tell he noticed the curtain move, but he made no sign of noticing the man with the lamp.

My uncle knocks twice like a normal person would but after no answer he starts pounding on the door.

"SALAS, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW."

The door swings open as if by the force of my uncle's hand, and we step inside.

Looking around I can't help but notice that the house looks clean like it's fixed up every day.

Hearing the door shut we look behind us and I see the man holding a lamp again as if hiding behind it giving me a suspicious look.

I look to my uncle for answers.

"Magical door most likely. Salas is probably in his study working on something."

I just keep staring at him hoping he will stop messing around and seriously answer my unasked question about the weird guy trying to hide behind a lamp.

He doesn't.

"Come on let's go." He says grabbing my shoulder. "Stick close to me." he says seriously as if he doesn't see the weird dude.

As we make our way down the hallway I see the weird guy jog past us and slowly open the door we were walking to.

My uncle looks at me smugly "There's your Proof. If you need any more, that is." He says it in a way that tells me that he is either just as crazy as the weird dude, or he genuinely can't see the guy.

Trusting my uncle and the fact that he is scared of my grandpa I continue into the room with him.

Entering the study I see my uncle grin and walk up to the desk.

"Salas, how are you doing? Some interesting magic you use on your house." My uncle said as if this Salas didn't just open the door and put down the lamp before going to sit down at his desk and open a book.

"Yes, well I needed some extra security from Grigori. They've been on my ass recently." The man Salas said pushing up his glasses as if he didn't just hide behind a fucking lamp.

Looking back and forth between my uncle and Salas I contemplate leaving. 'These people are insane. I need to get away from them.'

"What about you boy. What did you think about my magic?" Salas said, looking at me expectedly as if hoping I would be impressed.

"Oh yes, very impressive." I said while his grin grew. "I especially liked the thing you did with the lamp."

Salas goes from grinning to coughing in embarrassment real fast, while my uncle gives me and him a weird look before asking the question that needed answering.

"Well, you've seen him, is there anything you can do?"

Salas calms himself before giving me a once over and putting on a prideful look.

"Yes I can, as a matter of fact I already know the problem." He said smugly as my uncle and I got excited.

"What is it?" My uncle asks.

"HMMM," Salas starts with a shit eating grin. "I'm not going to tell you."

My uncle got furious. "If I didn't help you secure that Fallens corpse it would have taken another 50 years to become Ultimate-Class, and now you won't repay the favor."

The room falls to silence for a second before Salas once again speaks up.

"I never said I wouldn't repay the favor, I just said I wouldn't tell you the problem." He says.

"Why." My uncle demands in a stained voice.

"Because it involves personal matters. So you can either leave until I summon you back to pick up the boy all fixed up, or you can leave now and the boy will die before the age of 20."

My uncle gets ready to argue, but I grab his arm and ask him to leave.

"Why." He demands.

"Because I would rather take this chance then die before 20 and leave my parents childless once again." At this my uncle finally calms down.

He looks at Salas and says "You have 3 hours before I return." and then stormed out of the building.

"Good" Salas says to my annoyance. He notices and puts an explanation into his next words.

"If your uncle were to have stayed you would have left this place in magic dampening cuffs."

I feel anger rise up in me at this remark.

"My uncle wouldn't do that. My mother would never allow him." I say trying to convince myself of the matter.

Salas is silent for a second and gives me a look that conveys pity.

"Ohh, but she might not stop him." He says.

Seething in an anger I attempt to suppress, my mind can't help but think. What right does he have to say something like that? What right does he have to feel pity for me?

"You're a Devil." He states calmly. "Or perhaps a Fallen or a Demigod." He says as if to soften the blow that this is doing to my mental state.

"Either way you're at best a pagan, and at worst a heretic." He says with another look of pity.

"Stop looking at me like that." I roar, not being able to contain my anger. Immediately after I started coughing as my body couldn't handle the outburst of emotions I just released.

We stay there in silence for a couple of seconds before he starts to talk again this time with an explanation that answers all my questions, but not how I thought they would.

"The fact that you can see through my invisibility lamp without magic means there is something about you biologically that can.

The only 4 races that can do this who have a presence in the United States are Angel's, Fallen, Devil's, and Demigods.

You're not an Angel because they would fall if they had you. You're likely not a Fallen because their population is so low their leadership would kill anyone who tried to hide you. You're most likely not a Demigod because the Gods all swore an oath that would result in a war between multiple factions if broken."

Taking a deep breath he continued. "That only leaves devils. They are regaining members through the evil piece system, and they can have children unlike angels.

That being said, there are two factions among the devils. The Satan Faction and the Anti-Satan Faction. You are most likely from the Anti-Satan Faction."

We both sat there in silence for a while. My thoughts are in a mess and I am having trouble breathing. Angels, Fallen, Devils, and Gods. Devils split into two factions, and magic being a real thing.

There's only one place in my memories that matches up to this place, and it isn't a possibility I can ignore due to the immense similarities.

DxD. 'God is Dead.' was the last thought to go through my head before I finally hyperventilated myself into fainting.

Slowly opening my eyes and raising my hand to wipe the blurriness out of my eyes I take in my new surroundings. A pure concrete room with a white sigil of some kind carved onto all four walls and the ceiling.

Looking around I see Salas reading a book sitting on a comfortable looking chair.

"Oh. Your awake." He says upon noticing my current state. "Well let's get started."

"Started? With what." I struggle to get the words out of my mouth, still a bit dreary.

"With undoing that seal on you of course. Looks to be done by an Ultimate-Class like myself. Demonic in nature too." He says. "Whoever created it didn't want you to hit puberty. If it wasn't for me you would be dead within the year."

"A seal. Why would someone put a seal on me? I don't know anything. Who would hold such malice towards me."

Salas seemed to think for a moment and after a couple seconds said "I have 2 theories. Either you are the son of a woman with high status who could not just outright kill you, or you are the son of some powerful devil and are being hidden from him. Either way there's nothing you can do about it unless you find whoever did this to you."

Even if I had lived a life before this, and have a wonderful mother in this one I can't help but feel bitter about the fact that the women who gave birth to me might want me dead.

"Alright" I hear Salas say happily. "Let's begin."

In an instant I feel a pain that I have never felt before both in this life and the last that can even compare to it. There was zero thought in my mind.

Extending down from the roof is the white sigil. It seemed to multiply itself downward towards my chest, and get smaller until it was a perfect fit for the new glowing purple one that appeared on my chest.

"Don't worry it will be over in a second." As if to prove his words both sigils broke and I felt a power like no other flow through my veins.

In the next moment everything around me exploded in a dark flash of light that is hard to describe, and I could feel new appendages on my back that I instinctively know are wings.

Flexing this power within myself I feel all the dark light that spilled out of me return. In an instant I noticed something weird.

First is the light that returned to me. It is no longer a dark colored light that seemed to hide from all that is good, but rather a piercing white that I knew instinctively can tear asunder all evils in the world.

Second, my wings. From what I remember from the show, devil wings are supposed to be battish, but mine looked far more like the wings of Fallen Angels.

Third is my body. My whole life I have had white hair and blue eyes, but right now they have changed to a light gold. My body as a whole has also changed. Muscles which were non-existent before now exist in mass, and my height has gone from 5'2 to 6'3. It's as if I went through puberty in the manner of 1 minute and reached the age of 18.

Standing up I can feel the power coursing through my body. With a swing of my fist this room will collapse, and with a wave of my wings I will reach the clouds.

Turning my head I look at Salas who's just standing there with an astonished look upon his face, and it's the first time I feel his power.

If I could use my light to destroy a building then he could destroy the city in which the building lies.

"I thought you said I was a devil." I said trying to break him out of his astonishment, but it didn't work. I do notice my voice has gone through a transformation of its own also.

Walking up to Salas who is now a little shorter than me I shake his shoulders.

"Wake up."

He does, but the emotions traveling across his face tell me he needs some time to process what is happening.

After a few seconds Salas finally comes to his senses. "I know it has been theorized, but can a living being actually go through a state equivalent to Balance Breaker… to break the very balance of existence."

Salas gives me a once over no longer with the constant smile he has had from the moment I met him.. "This is impossible. The seal he was under was meant to suppress devils, it would have no effect on those of angelic nature."

"Angels fell from heaven, and then some of those Fallen burnt their wings with hellfire to get further away from God and become devils. In theory it should be possible to reverse the process."

Salas almost done with his ramblings rushes over to me, and before I can move he has me stuck in place with his hands on my shoulders creating cracks in the concrete beneath us.

"DO YOU GO TO CHURCH." He screams in my face with such force that it actually starts to hurt.

"Y-ya." I grunt out due to the pure suppressing power he has over me with just his hands on my shoulders.

"Then it makes sense. Or does it." He once again begins his mutterings. "Has no devil tried to repent before? If this has been done before, every being in the world would know of it."

"Perhaps there is a flaw in the Christians God system, but that can't be unless he purposefully left such an error in it." Salas looks at me with suspicion.

"No, that's impossible. That only leaves two explanations. God has a reason for this to only happen to this boy, or God is dead." Salas seems to be more scared at this thought than I was when I realized what world I'm in.

"What can possibly kill God." I ask in a shaky voice hoping to just be done with this conversation so I can go home and process everything that has happened today.

"Nothing." He answered back at me. "That's right, nothing can kill God. That must mean the brats important to him somehow."

I decided to stay quiet. He apparently didn't want to though. He looked straight at me, and after everything that has happened today had the shameless nature to ask.

"Would you like to become my student?"