Immortality is the condition of a dead man who doesn't believe he is dead.

-H. L. Mencken-


Location: ?

Hunter Westerdyk

Lightning.

Rain.

Thunder.

I stood in the epicentre of an endless cyclone, a boundless hurricane, an endless thunderstorm.

Thunder Crashed, It's light illuminating the infinity.

It sounded…

Broken.

"RRRRRRRHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!"


As I slowly left the world of dreams, opening my eyes I looked around my room. It seemed more… vibrant than usual.

Frowning, I slowly sat up, the covers and blankets of my bed sliding down to my waist, but my only focus was on the room that surrounded me.

'The Symbols. They're gone.'

Each Cross, every Christian symbol, was gone.

'How?'

My mind drifted to the last thing that I could remember. And I felt my muscles freeze, my right hand moved to cover my neck and my left, my chest, heart and lungs.

'I… Died?'

No, that didn't make sense. If I was dead, why wasn't I in heaven? Or Hell for that matter?

The memories of that man flashed in my mind, and I felt sick.

Slowly, I glanced down at my chest. Flashes of blood and torn clothes overlaying it as I did. But as I gazed at my chest, I saw nothing. No Blood, No Bandages. Nothing. Not even a scar.

'Was it all a dream?'

"STOP SAYING HIS NAME!"

I shook my head. No, it was no dream. No dream I had was so vivid, so smooth. So real. I could remember everything, every step, every drop of blood. Everything, it burned in my mind as it played again, and again, and again.

"What happened to me?" I whispered silently, moving over to a large mirror. Standing in front of it, I began to look at myself. Turning and twisting my body in search of anything that I might have missed. But there was nothing, everything was in place, the same as the day before.

'Wait a minute…'

Gazing down at my hands, I inspected my fingernails, specifically the ring finger of my left hand. The nail was short, freshly trimmed down. Something I had done yesterday on my way to the priest.

As my mind spun and turned, I shifted my attention to the palm of my right hand, and my eyes narrowed as I stared at the unmarked skin.

Yesterday I had cut myself on barbed wire, leaving three large cuts that went across my palm, right underneath my thumb. They weren't deep enough to draw blood, but nor were they shallow enough to heal in one day.

Given the trimmed nature of my nail, the healed cuts, and the memories that still echoed through my brain, a theory began to form.

My memories were not a dream. Meaning that everything had truly happened. I was attacked by a Devil, killed a man, and seemingly died. Or rather, I should have died. Evidently, something, or someone, had intervened. Healing my body as they did so. Time reversal was out of the question, I had cut myself before I trimmed my nail. Accelerated healing was also unlikely, the absence of scars or soreness suggested a method more similar to regeneration… or perhaps… resurrection.

Before the darkness had claimed my sight, I could recall a short figure with white hair, watching me from a rooftop above. Whoever that was, more than likely played a part in my current state.

Were they the one that healed me? Or perhaps they had summoned someone that could. But if so, why not intervene sooner?

They had a reason to revive me, and a motivation to only do so after I fainted, or died if I was resurrected. But what could that reason be?

A test of my strength? Of my Will?

If it was a test, I could not presume that I had automatically passed only on the basis of my continued survival. The odds did exist that I had failed the test and that either a third party took mercy on me, or that failing the test was not related to my survival. Possibly, if I had passed the test, I would have woken up in a different place. If that was true then failing may simply result in me not having contact with whoever saved me, the mysterious figure may have simply decided to leave me alone. But that didn't explain why resources were doubtlessly wasted on my revival. Logically the evidence suggested that I had passed the test, albeit likely at the final moment.

On the other hand, if I had passed some test, then the chances were that I would be contacted later today. Depending on whether or not the Figure was a part of a large organisation, would have a large influence on who the possible informant was. If the figure was not a member of an organisation or alliance, or a member of a smaller organisation or alliance, there was a large possibility that I would be contacted by the figure from last night. On the other hand, if they were a member of a larger organisation, or had numerous underlings, there was a distinct possibility that I would be contacted by someone else.

The possibility that I would not be contacted at all also existed, but was far more likely on the failure side of the spectrum of possibilities.

At the same time, I could not dismiss the possibility that I was healed as a mere spontaneous decision, a good samaritan if you will. But this would have similar consequences and effects to the failure scenario where I was not contacted at all.

'Yesterday was Saturday, so I have the day off. Revisiting the locations from last night would be ideal for information gathering. I may be able to find some evidence as to who my mysterious benefactor is if lucky.'

Mind made up, I quickly reached for some clothes, time was of the essence and the crime scene was getting cold.


'Why… Do I feel so weak?'

I looked down at my hands, bewilderment and confusion taking over as I attempted to spot anything wrong with myself.

The moment I stepped outside, I noticed a subtle shift in my body. I felt weaker, slower, my clothes were heavier and the sun felt far too bright.

Every breath was longer, my strides smaller, I felt sluggish. Tired. And it quickly got worse.

Stepping into the shadow's hadn't fixed the problem, even if they did alleviate it slightly. While I was adapting, it was an unexpected event. I wasn't entirely sure what the cause was, but I did suspect some things.

'This exhaustion only appeared when I stepped outside, simultaneously shadows appear to weaken its effects. Obviously, it's connected to the Sun, particularly its light in some way. Possibly a consequence of my revival?'

The evidence certainly did suggest that was the truth.

Looking at my hands once again, I felt a small irk at my inability to sense my own Aura. Perhaps if I could do that I could discern what happened to me. On the other hand, what I didn't have, I didn't have. I was lucky enough to have Aura sense in the first place, not everything would be handed to me on a silver platter. This mystery's answer was only another one of those things.

Attention refocusing on my surroundings, I noted with satisfaction that I had arrived at the crime scene, in particular the location in which I had encountered the Devil from last night. Looking around, I hummed.

'As I thought. The body isn't here. Someone has removed it.'

The chances that the Devil survived were nearly impossible, sure they existed, but I highly doubted that the Devil had the resources or assistance required to survive what it had done.

Interestingly, there were no signs of destruction either. All evidence of what happened last night had been erased. Luckily that meant there was no more of my Blood just lying around on the ground, consequently, that also meant that I had far less evidence than before to evaluate.

Making my way over to a chunk of concrete that had been destroyed by the Devil, I ran my hand over its restored state.

'Even the environment was restored. It doesn't look new either, so this was likely a form of repair magic, rather than someone simply filling a hole with new concrete.'

Spreading out my Aura Sense, I didn't immediately detect anything. But I was certain that something had happened last night, so I only stretched my senses even deeper.

'There'

Roughly in the location of where my blood had been spilled, I could detect traces of… something. Most likely magic. It also felt rather familiar. Odd.

I could detect the same thing in the location of where I had last seen the Devil. Whatever this magic was, it was likely responsible for the removal of the evidence.

I could also sense faint traces of a different magic signature, which also felt familiar, in the locations of the damage. Hinting that either the magic signature I was sensing were types of magic, or the different aura's of two individuals. One to remove the evidence, one to repair the damage.

Standing up, I made my way forwards, towards the hospital that I had tried to reach before. There was absolutely no blood left, and I could sense a trail between where I had fainted and where I had met the Devil. Oddly enough the trail seemed to start at where I had fainted. Implying that they had first saved me, and then got rid of the evidence.

Walking into the alleyway from last night, I kept my senses sharp. And once again, there was no evidence, visibly at least. I could still detect the Magical signatures. A third one appeared as well, like the first two it was strangely familiar, it only appeared in a singular location however, right next to that point was the origin of the first signature, the one responsible for destroying the evidence. Additionally, where I had been last night, I could sense more magic…

It felt like a cool summer breeze.

Eyes widening I stepped back, as the realisation hit me. I knew what those auras were, where I had felt them before.

They were from Kuoh Academy.

Gremory, Himejima. Toujou.

The ORC.

'Oh… shit.'

Staring at my hands once again, the evidence clicked into place.

The weakness to the Sun.

The vividness of my room.

The revival.

The White-Haired FIGURE.

Whatever that Gremory had done to me, was the same as what Shitori had done to Sanji. I was almost certain that if I could sense my own Aura, I would feel the same Cool Summer Breeze as what I had sensed within the others.

My jaw began to clench, and my fists shook as they tightened.

I had become like the ORC, like the Student Council. Whatever they were, I now was.

An Erratic Breeze. Cold as Frost in the middle of the Desert.

"God."

A sharp pain shot through my head, it felt like my lips and throat were burning. Almost as if saying the name was taboo.

And as I fell to my knees, my eyes widened and my body started to shake.

"-I am a Devil."

That Devil that killed me had felt pain when I uttered God's name. The pain that I now felt. My aura was the same as Gremory's, and I had been revived, presumably by Gremory. That could only mean one thing.

I was a Devil.


Location: Kuoh Academy

Rias Gremory

He was coming.

Smiling to herself, Rias turned a chess piece around in her hands. Her thoughts on the boy in question.

'I'm curious. How did he manage to figure it out?'

Koneko had mentioned that Westerdyk's eyes had been on her when he died. Perhaps he recognized her, and was coming to the ORC in order to thank her?

Her smile grew into a smirk, as she shook her head at such a silly notion.

From what she knew of Westerdyk, little as it was, he was not going to thank Koneko. He was probably going to demand answers instead. Which she would provide, of course, he was her cute little-

"What the fuck did you do to me?" A deep voice rumbled, filled with burning venom.

Jumping at the abrupt sound of two doors being thrown open violently, Rias looked up to see Westerdyk standing in the doorway, he wore a simple black t-shirt and some grey pants, and he also wore a pair of blue and orange sneakers. What caught her attention, however, was the look in his blood-red eyes. A fierce anger, unyielding determination, and not even a hint of gratitude. Nor fear.

"Mind explaining what you mean by that?" Rias asked in response. Which only seemed to infuriate Westerdyk further, as he stormed forward, his gaze locked onto her the entire time, unblinking. When the small table in the middle of the room got in his way, he merely lifted his right foot over it before he quickly brought it down, snapping the table in half as he did so, before continuing his march over to her. Only stopping when the only thing separating herself and him was her large wooden desk.

'I'll need to discipline him for that.'

She couldn't have him breaking her furniture so carelessly. "You know what I mean, Gremory." The way that Westerdyk spoke her last name made her frown, it was filled with venom and hate. Rage and wrath. "Do not speak my family name so violently. I will not stand if you-" "Why in the name of Jesus Christ should I give two flying fucks about the name of a Devil?" Westerdyk interrupted, surprising her as he did so, unlike her, he didn't even wince when he said the Messiah's name, his rage overshadowing any pain that he would have felt. "You… How did you…?" She uttered in shock, Westerdyk grinned, all of his teeth shining as he revealed them in a predatory smile "Didn't know that I figured out your little secret now did you? Yours, the rest of the ORC's, and the Student Council's." Each word Westerdyk said only threw Rias off even more. How did he know their identity? Or that of the ORC's either?

Last she had known, he had thought they were Vampires of some sort. Yes he had suspected them of being abnormal, possibly even supernatural. But how could he know what they were?

"Now, answer my God Damn question. I know that you turned me into one of you, just like Shitori did with that Blonde kid. How, Why? I want answers!"

As she stood there, two thing's occurred to Rias at once.

One: Westerdyk was being consumed by a Devil's Wrath. The influx of a Devil's Sins was making him emotionally unstable. He could no longer control his emotions, and thus himself.

And two: She had miscalculated, gravely.

She never expected this. He knew thing's she had never predicted. How did he know that Saji had once been Human, how did he know they could turn others into Devils?

She had underestimated Westerdyk, and now she was paying the price, in the form of a Devil's Blind Wrath.


Hunter Westerdyk

As I glared at Gremory, An unfamiliar inferno burned from within. I felt a part of me begging her to say the wrong thing. To say that she had turned me into one of them for her personal gain. For her own selfish reasons.

Go Ahead. Say it. Give me a reason. Tell me that this was all for yourself. Tell me that I don't deserve to know how you did it. Give me a REASON.

With white hot fury racing through my veins, shimmering anger at what had happened to me. At the violation of my being. I found myself listening to it. Listening to the roaring wrath that was never there before.

I already had two bodies on my hands. What was one more?

I was a Devil after all, just like she was. Heaven was never going to be an option anymore.

I could see the confusion, the shock and surprise that practically shined on Gremory's face. But no Fear. And the absence of fear made my blood seethe, how dare she deny me her fear?

"I used what's called an Evil Piece." Gremory slowly explained, making me blink. The wrath within halted as well. And I simply stared at her, shocked that she would explain. "What's an Evil Piece? What does it do? Tell me Everything" I hissed slowly. Keeping my eyes directly on Gremory' own, she took a breath and continued to talk. "They're chess pieces of sorts. Artefacts that allow me to reincarnate someone as a Devil… and as my Servant."

I bared my teeth, and without thinking, I raised my fists and slammed them down into the wooden desk, snapping it in two with a loud crack. Gremory didn't even flinch, didn't even move. She only stood there, staring at me calmly. "You made me WHAT!?" Shouting the last word, I stared into Gremory's eyes with a fierce loathing.

She didn't just make me into a Devil. She made me her Servant.

Toujou, Himejima, Kiba, all of the other's were almost certainly her servants as well. Probably trained to act like they're happy and free.

"I will tolerate your shouting only once more, Westerdyk. And yes, you heard me right. I reincarnated you as a Devil, and my Servant. Now, if you could calm down for a second I can explain why." Gremory responded, her eyes slightly narrowed as well. But that wasn't it, her hair began to sway, and a fiery red aura surrounded her.

'An Intimidation display. Futile.'

"Then explain, oh great Devil. Why you turned me into one of you, why you took away my free will and made me your servant. Why you let me DIE just so you could turn me into your thrall." I snarled, not intimidated by Gremory in the slightest.

My final words surprised Gremory, "You knew? How?" I bore my teeth once again, "Toujou. Your pretty little slave made the mistake of showing her face before I could kick the bucket. You tore me away from Heaven and I want to KNOW WHY!"

"Because I wanted to save you!"

Everything screeched to a halt, as I just stared at Gremory. Her words not computing. But once they did, my snarl formed once again, this time though, I spoke sarcastically clapping mockingly as I did so. "Oh, great job. Have a gold star, you wanted to save me, so you let me die. Great Fucking Job, you deserve a Medal! Cut the bullcrap and tell me why you let me die!"

I hadn't fainted. I had died. I had been torn away from paradise, from God. By this Devil who dared to claim that she wanted to save my life, when she was the reason I lost it in the first place.

All my life I had wondered, what would happen to me when I died? I was Christian, I believed in God, in Jesus, in Heaven. But there was always a small part of me, a small shard that wondered 'what if' and that small part filled me with the terror of my greatest fear. The fear of nonexistence.

Now, I had discovered that Heaven existed, because Devil's existed. And the instant my fear's were lifted, I was torn away.

Now it had been replaced, by the fear of Hell. Of eternal torture. And it was the Devil in front of me who was responsible for this.

"I… I had no choice." Gremory finally said, so quietly that I almost didn't hear her. I growled at her, "We always have a choice. You just chose to let me die." Gremory shook her head, so vehemently that I almost compared her to a child. But no child would just let another die. Would they?

"This isn't how I wanted to bring you into our world. Sona and I, we had a game-" "So, I'm just a pawn in some game? You're really helping your little good samaritan case right now girl." Gremory ignored my interruption, and only continued to speak. "We were going to wait for you to discover who we were, or to confront us. But when Koneko told me what happened. I… I couldn't just stand back and let you die. Not when I saw you continue to stand, even in death your indomitable spirit defined you. And I admired that. So, I chose to reincarnate you." Raising an eyebrow, I scoffed at Gremory's explanation. "Even if I accepted that. How did you know I died in the first place? Why was… Koneko even watching me?"

Gremory sighed, "I… wanted to keep an eye on you. In case something bad happened. Which it did. I'm sorry that I couldn't get there in time to save you, but being a Devil isn't all that bad." As she continued to speak her words turned into a combination of compromise and desperation. I scoffed once again, looking down at Gremory with distaste. "Being a Devil isn't all that bad? How can it not be? You control the ORC, you said it yourself, they are your slaves. That alone is reason enough for me not to trust you, but as for why I don't want to be a Devil? Maybe something called the Bible can explain that to you." I spat the word 'Bible', ignoring the pain that came along with saying the word. Gremory shook her head, "Wrong. That Sacred Text was written by a bunch of biassed humans. While it may have been true back then, It isn't true now. Devil's aren't all evil." I barked out a laugh, "Yeah, and Chickens can fly." Gremory blinked, tilted her head and held up a finger, "But… can't they-" "Yes I know that can slow their fall, and jump really high. But that is not flying. Try owning an actual Chicken, then talk to me" Gremory shrugged, "Well. Judging an entire race through Bias and personal belief. I can't say I took you for the racist type."

My eye twitched, "I am not Racist. Had you come to me a week ago, or heck, even a day ago I would have been far more lenient. But as it stands, the facts remain. I am your Servant, you tore me away from Heaven, and you let me die. Even if it was too late by the time you got there, you could have just left me. Let me pass on. You chose to reincarnate me, to enslave me without my permission. How am I supposed to be okay with that?"

Gremory looked at me with a strange expression, before saying, "So… would you have rather left your family behind? You would have rather inflicted unto them the pain of a dead son, a dead brother, all because you wanted to get to heaven?"

I blinked. Images of my Father, Mother, Brother all flashing through my mind's eye. And I gulped, as I imagined them grieving for me. The funeral. The impact that would be left on them.

How could I do that to them?

The image of the tears on my family's faces remained in my mind. That would have been reality. My Reality, their Reality. And as I realised that, I felt the inferno's hiccup. "That Devil. The one that looked like the child of Bloody Mary and Shyguy. Are there more like her?" I asked after a moment. Gremory seemed surprised at my sudden change of subject. She looked at me strangely before saying, "That Devil you encountered, was what we call a Stray Devil. They are created when a Devil kill's their master and their power's run rampant, driving them insane. And yes, there are more of them. One of the ORC's many job's is to take care of Stray Devil's like the one you encountered before they can harm more people." I frowned, filing that knowledge away for later.

A system where freedom equals insanity, and likely horrible mutation into a monster. One hell of a way to keep someone a slave. Can't say I've heard of anything like it before.

"When you say, 'Harm People' what exactly do you mean? And why do you even bother to help people in the first place?" I asked. Looking at Gremory with an inquisitive gaze. I didn't trust her, not even close. But she had little reason to lie, and from what I had seen so far, she was telling the truth. Gremory raised her head slightly, before explaining. "Stray Devil's typically develop a taste for flesh. The more magic rich the better. Which makes the easiest, most plentiful, and tastiest meal Humans. They will hunt down and kill humans, feasting on them until someone stops, or kills them. As for why we protect humans? Why wouldn't we? The Stray Devil's are murderers, they slaughter and devour without remorse. They killed their master, and now terrorise the mortal world. Would you rather we simply stand by and let humans suffer? We are Devil's, not Savages."

I unclenched my fists, and took a step back, looking at Gremory with an evaluative expression. What she said made sense. That Stray Devil that I had encountered had mentioned eating my flesh. And I wouldn't be surprised if there were more like her, Devil's who were tormenting humanity. Slaughtering us, devouring us. Or was it 'Them' now instead of 'Us' given that I was no longer human?

"Hmmm." I hummed. Staring into Gremory's soft blue eyes. "Tell me, Gremory. You've said enough that I can tolerate being a Devil, for now. I'll be doing my own research into the matter of course. So forgive me if I don't believe you right away." Gremory shook her head, "No need. While unnecessary, I understand your aversion to Devil's. Most of humanity hate's us needlessly." I hummed once again, "I am curious however. Curious as to how every supernatural being I have encountered can speak English." Gremory nodded sagely, "Ah. That would be thanks to the gift of universal tongue. Most supernatural beings can understand every mortal language. It allows us to bypass communication barriers. It's quite handy. It works by essentially translating every word you hear, making it seem like they are speaking in your most proficient language." "That's convenient." I remarked, earning a small giggle out of Gremory. "You're right, it is rather convenient."

Looking out at the moon lit sky, I spoke. "Would you happen to have a book, detailing the benefits and drawbacks of being a Devil? What's in it for me, what I need to look out for. That kind of thing, like a tutorial book." Gremory nodded, pulling a small book out of… somewhere, and handing it to me. It had a black cover, and amusingly a pentagram on it as well. "I'm glad you asked. This book should answer most of your initial questions, any others and you can come to me." I nodded in gratitude, and made my way out of the ORC. Before pausing, I didn't turn my head but I still spoke.

"I'm thankful that you saved my family from needless Grief. And, if you're telling the truth about all of this then I'm glad that you've been so forthcoming. But make no mistake, we are not friends. We are not acquaintances, and I am certainly not happy to be a slave. I will find a way to break my chains, whether you like it or not."

Then, I opened the door and left the ORC.


Location: Westerdyk Residence

Humming contently, I flipped through page after page of the Tutorial Book. Aptly named 'A Devil's guide to Eternal Servitude'. It appeared to be written by someone named 'Ajuka', The name could honestly use some work. But its contents were simple, to the point and educational.

As it turned out, the Devil's were a part of something called 'The Three Factions' which were composed of the Devil's, the Grigori, and Heaven.

Not being too familiar with the Grigori, I read their section first. Which was intriguing. It seemed the old legend's of Devil's being disgraced or 'Fallen' Angel's weren't too far off. Should an Angel fall to sin, which would come about by loving Sin more than their faith or love for God, they would lose their halos and their wing's would turn black. It stated that Fallen Angel's had naturally seductive bodies, but I wasn't entirely sure it was because they had Fallen.

Angel's were considered some of, if not the most beautiful race in existence, so it was probably closer to something along the lines of beauty turning into seduction, the Angel's were likely either a bunch of innocent 'cuties' or were all very religious and devoted. Perhaps a mixture of the two. And should they give into Sin, they simply started to embrace sin.

I was curious about why no Fallen Angel had ever been stated to reclaim their Halo, since I doubted it was a lack of forgiveness on God's side. More likely it was Shame, Guilt, or a Lack of trying. Quite possibly a mixture of the three.

Personally, I didn't think that Shame was entirely reasonable. One could feel Lust yet still remain in God's kingdom. There was nothing that said, 'If you don't remain Virgin's forever, you will be banished from Heaven'. There was actually mention's of things called 'Miracle Children' which was essentially what happened when Two angels did the deed, or an Angel and a Human did, with no Falling involved.

'Now that I think about it. What are the chances that all of the Fallen's are just a bunch of Pervert's, Battle Maniac's, or just terrible people?'

Digressing, the Grigori were led by some guy called Azazel. Who was infamous for… Orgies… and his love of tits… and…

'Apparently the chance's are really good. The leader is certainly a Pervert.'

On the flipside, there was Heaven. Led by God, and the four Great Seraphs. Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel.

God, otherwise referred to as 'The Primordial God', was stated to be the most powerful being in creation, as well as the oldest. He was responsible for the creation of the three factions, and reality itself. And while he could use any element or magic type, he most commonly used Holy, Divine, or Light magic.

He was the leader of Heaven, but was rarely seen. Often diplomatic matters would actually be handled by the Archangel Michael, otherwise known as God's right hand.

Michael was the most powerful angel in Heaven, as well as its diplomatic officer and manager of foreign affairs, stated to be as strong as the original Lucifer, he primarily wielded the power of divine light, and was one of the strongest beings in existence.

Next was Uriel.

Uriel was the leader of the Armies of Heaven, their Grand General and the third highest authority in Heaven, only answering to Michael or the Holy Trinity. He was stated to be the second strongest Angel in heaven. The book claimed that his power was similar to that of the Original Beelzebub. As his name suggested, Uriel was the Elemental Archangel of Fire. And wielded it masterfully in combat.

Then, there was Raphael.

Raphael was the weakest of the four Seraph's, but was still considered rather powerful. It was said that he was the smartest being in Heaven, aside from God of course, and wielded the powers of Divine Healing and the Wind. Like the other Seraphs, he was stated to stand on similar grounds to an infamous Devil, this time Asmodeus.

Finally, was Gabriel.

Gabriel was the third strongest Angel in Heaven, but actually had greater magical power than Uriel, only losing due to the physical differences in their abilities. Gabriel was also the only female among the four Seraphs. And was said to be the 'Most Beautiful Woman in Existence'. She wielded the power of Water in combat. She was said to be as strong as the Original Leviathan.

'See Page's 345-50 for visual?'

Curious I turned to the stated pages. And my jaw nearly dropped.

'Holy Shit.'

Each one of the four Great Seraphs, each and every one of them, put supermodel's to shame. Michael was a kindly-looking man, with long blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. And the images of him in his battle attire nearly made me self-conscious. The man had MUSCLE. Looked like he woke up and slurped protein right out of the packet. He also had twelve golden wings.

Then, there was Uriel. He had short brown hair, and a mustache, blue eyes as well. He also had a jawline that looked like it was chiselled from obsidian, and a body that looked like the Hulk. If Michael had Muscle, Uriel WAS Muscle. He looked like the only food groups he knew were egg whites, unseasoned chicken breast and protein shakes. He looked like he inhaled iron and exhaled carbs. He was built like a 10'8 wall of pure masculinity.

He was displayed with 12 white wing's that almost looked like they were on fire.

Next was Raphael, out of the four great Seraph's he was the only male that wasn't lined with absolute muscle. He still looked fitter than most athlete's however. Strangely, he had green hair, which was styled into a man-bun. His face was the most normal looking of the lot, but that wasn't exactly saying a lot considering how he still looked better than every supermodel I'd ever seen. His eyes were brown as well.

Like the other's, he had twelve wing's. Only this time, his wing's had a more green tint. And seemed a little larger than the other's.

Finally, there was Gabriel. The only female among the Angel's. She had Golden eyes, long blonde hair, and a body that was without doubt the most curvaceous I had ever seen. I swear her tit's were bigger than my head, and her ass would probably crush my waist if she ever sat on me for… any reason really. Heck if she fell on me it'd probably spell doom for whatever bone's made contact, given the size of those things. Never before had the expression 'God Given' seemed more appropriate, literal or deserving.

She also had twelve wing's, but hers were a stunning white, with a soft blue plumage on the underside of her wings. Almost seeming to carry a purity above that of the other's.

Just looking at her, I could tell that she was either an airhead, or quite possibly the most innocent being alive.

I could see now why a lot of people wanted to go to Heaven. If I could look half as good as the Great Seraph's, I'd be the best looking man on earth. Almost made me jealous.

Sadly there were no picture's of God. The explanation given was that camera's just didn't work in his presence, and painting's never truly seemed to capture what he looked like.

Supposedly that was because his face shined with a light so bright that you couldn't make out any facial features.

I called it an excuse. Sunglasses existed for a reason!

Sighing in disappointment, I turned back to the pages detailing each of the Archangels.

'One of the Strongest Beings in Existence. But Strongest Angel in Heaven.'

I frowned, how did that work? If Michael was the strongest Angel, he should easily be one of the ten strongest beings in existence. I couldn't remember anything, or anybody, from the Bible that was stronger than Lucifer, except for the Holy Trinity.

'What's more. They state that they are as powerful as the 'Original' Lucifer, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus. Does that mean that new one's replaced the old one's?'

Flipping to the pages that detailed the Devil Faction, I began to read.

Devil's, were primarily split into three major groups. Pure Blood, Half-Breed, and Reincarnated. Pure Blooded Devil's were exactly as they sounded, Devil's without mixed heritage, that could trace their origin's back to the OG Devil himself and his queen, Lilith.

'Huh. So Lilith did exist. Makes me wonder if Devil's need to worry about Incest. Unless… Lucifer wasn't the only Angel to fall and transform into a Devil. But then, what's the difference between a Devil, and a Fallen Angel?'

Half-Blood Devil's, otherwise known as Devil Hybrid's, or Bastards, or Half-Breed's, were the result of when a Pure Blooded, or Reincarnated Devil, had children with a non-Devil. Fallen Angel's, Humans…

'Wait a Minute. Youkai? Dragon's? Vampire's? They exist as well? Dragon's I can get, they were mentioned in the Bible. But Youkai's are Japanese, and Vampires… I honestly don't know, Transylvaneian Maybe? How do they exist?'

Whatever, a Half-Devil was the child of a Pure Blood, or Reincarnated Devil with something that wasn't a Devil. Depending on what the non-devil half was, would greatly influence how they were treated. Half-Dragon's were treated with utmost respect, especially if their draconic parent was someone famous like…

'Tiamat? Tannin? Fafnir? Midgardsormr? Virtra?'

Out of those name's, I only recognised two. One of which was only because of Godzilla.

But Midgardsormr, otherwise known as the World Serpent, wasn't he a figure from Norse Mythology?

'Youkai's. Vampires. The World Serpent. Why are they here?'

The World Serpent could be explained, God had been said to have created a Leviathan that only he could defeat. But Leviathan was the name of a Devil, and given the context of this book, was an entirely separate being.

'Information is missing. It's incomplete. Who is Tannin? Where is Jesus? Why is Original in front of Lucifer?'

Growling in frustration, I continued reading. If the answers were anywhere, they would be in this book. Perhaps it could answer the theories that I had been developing.

Moving past the Dragon Kings, there was the third type of Devil. Reincarnated Devil's. They were Devil's who were not born as Devils, and were instead reincarnated as Devils by another Devil using the Evil Piece System. A Reincarnated Devils standing was largely reliant on who the Devil was before their Reincarnation, and who Reincarnated them. Power would come into play, but it was no surprise that a majority of Reincarnated Devils never moved past their current ranking.

Turning the page, my eyebrows rose up as I read its title. Curiosity burning brightly.

The Great War.

The Great War was a war that had been held between Heaven, Hell, and the Grigori. It had lasted for thousands of years, and had a casualty count in the tens of Millions. It had devastated the entire world, and had outlasted entire nation's and civilizations. Ending during the Reign of Arthur Pendragon, it had left all three Factions severely weakened. Even the Original Four Great Satans had perished, which was one of the greatest contributor's to the end of the war.

Allegedly, God had gone to combat the Four Great Satans alone, slaying all four in combat. On that day, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Lucifer himself had perished. As it turned out, the name 'Satan' was actually a title, not an actual being.

After the War, the Four Great Satans were replaced by four Devils with similar, or equal, power. Each one taking up the name of one of the fallen Satans. Serafall Leviathan, Ajuka Beelzebub, Falbium Asmodeus, and Sirzechs Lucifer. Unlike their predecessors, the new Satans did not want to rule the world, and instead ended the war.

'So… Lucifer is dead.'

I frowned as I stared at the page. I had never expected anything like the Great War to have existed. I wasn't entirely sure how long war's were meant to go for, but for one to have lasted thousands of years. It did not paint a pretty picture.

I supposed that having a thousand year War between Immortals made sense. You couldn't just kill people, and the ideals wouldn't fade. As those who created those Ideals wouldn't die. It would only get worse, bathing all of those caught between it in blood.

It was interesting to know that Jesus Christ had been alive during the Great War, which made me wonder. Had Jesus been born as a counter to the Devil's forces? A way to keep human forces and power out of the Devil's hands and weaken the enemy?

This Book was turning out to be a treasure trove of information. Every Sentence explained something, and then the next would create more questions.

If Arthur Pendragon had truly existed, as this Book claimed, then that would imply that Excalibur existed as well. Merlin, and the Lady of the Lake. Morgana, and Mordred too.

Humming, I turned the page once again, reading through the book with curiosity and determination.


OMAKE - The Power of YOUTH!

Sitting up, Hunter looked around in confusion. A frown quickly growing on his face. Where were all of the Holy Symbols?

The buzzing of a phone caught his attention, and curiously, Hunter picked it up. Only to quickly pale at what he saw.

-1680 Missed Calls from Adrian-

Gulping in mild panic, Hunter opened up the latest Text that Adrian had sent him.

"Are you Okay?"

"I Felt your Youth Vanish!"

"Your Youth! Where did it go?!"

"Are you Alive?"

"What Happened?"

"Why Aren't you Answering?"

"WHY IS YOUR YOUTH BACK!"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR YOUTH!"

Pages after Pages of text messages demanding to know what happened to Hunter, why his Youth had changed. Hundreds of text messages had been sent, too many for Hunter to read completely. So he skipped down to the latest Text Messages.

"I'm Coming Over."

"I'll Be there in 5 Seconds."

Jaw dropped Hunter looked out the window, yet spotted no sign of his brother. He shook his head, Adrian was in Kyoto. How could he possibly get to Kuoh in 5 Seconds?

"4"

Then Again. Adrian was Determined…

"3"

Very Determined…

"2"

Very… Very Determined…

"1"

Gulping, Hunter looked at the window. Looked out at the street before him. But he saw nothing. No speeding cars. No yelling brother's. No dust clouds or chaos.

Sighing in relief, Hunter went to turn away from the window.

BOOM

"YYYYYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHH!"

Adrian, Green Spandex and all, just appeared in the window. The Glass somehow bending like plastic but never breaking as he pressed his face up against it, leaving an impression in the window.

It was at this moment that Hunter decided that reality was too confusing and promptly fainted.

"AH! My Youthful Brother!"


Chapter 6 is complete!

Also, this is my second time writing an Omake. I plan to include short Omake's at the end of some chapters. Most of which will be completely humorous and have no relevance to the plot in any way.

So, if you have any ideas for some Omake's you want to see me write, go ahead and PM or Review your ideas.

As some fellow men/woman of culture will no doubt see, Adrian has a certain… obsession with Youth. Props to you if you know who Adrian's main inspiration is.

And About this Chapter:

I dedicated this chapter, primarily to having Hunter discover what he was, and then confronting Rias about it. That scene between him and Rias is actually the scene I'm the least confident about in this chapter.

On one hand, I needed to have Hunter confront Rias. And I needed him to be livid. He was emotionally unstable, backed into a corner and afraid. So I felt him lashing out was reasonable.

On the other, I haven't written Hunter as someone who has explosions or temper tantrums. So it was watered down very quickly.

Rias explaining that she stopped his family from unnecessary Grief felt like a good way to break through Hunter's anger.

Also, as you can probably guess. I am including the 'Seven Deadly Sins' in a way here. Basically Devil's have an easier time falling into any of the Sins. They are more susceptible, and feel the Sin's far more vividly. What Hunter was feeling, was the Sin of Wrath.

Most Devils typically have one of the Sins. It's more of a personality trait than anything though. Some Devil's just find it easier to be Prideful, other's Greedy, Envious, Lustful. It becomes a character trait.

I had quite a bit of exposition at the end. But I felt it was necessary. Hunter is curious, and he wants to understand the world he is now in. Anything he doesn't understand, he will investigate. But once he finds an explanation he stops looking, and moves onto something else.

Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter. And I'll see you all next Month!

2000 more words than usual!