Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD and all rights go to the author. I only own the OC's that will appear.

Notice: This is a slightly edited chapter as of September 2024! Probably not easy to notice.

The next chapter will be complete this week as I spent a lot of time rebuilding the story. It's good that I didn't publish chapter 2 back in June like it would have been. As for the first two reviews, you gave me a lot of early assistance with what I can do for this story and the MC's character.


Chapter 1: Stay in the Darkness

Western Land of the Marbas Territory, year 1324 CE

"The flaming angels of Heaven have been raining upon your home for many, many human lifetimes, burning your brethren to ashes and leaving your lands barren and aflame. Those with blackened wings pick your people off on the edges, slowly edging closer and closer to the heart where we now speak. You and your brother are the answers to our woes, the source of power we need to claim victory against your nemesis and every other being that wants us eradicated. You, my daughter, are His enemy. He will not permit you to exist, and so you must fight. Fight to survive. Fight to defend Lucifaad, and let nobody trespass and blaspheme what I and the other Great Satans have established from the beginning. Do you understand?"

Her father's words echoed in her mind, acting as the driving force she very much needed as the land in which she was sent to defend lay in ruins, many infernos wrought by magical attacks looming around her with reverberating rumbles and quakes in the earth. Ashen feathers fluttered through the air, wind-swept, and sizzling with embers that slowly whittled away their mass before vanishing into flakes of dust. Blood pooled around her as she strode along, body upright, and face which was worn with dirt and grime maintaining a tranquil intensity.

The Great War, her father said, had gone on for over a millennia before her dear mother brought her into this world, and she had grown up among many a friend who now lay dead along the path she walks. Gazing down with lidded eyes that glistened with the ghostly light of earth's moon, the bloodied images of young women and men reflected in her gaze, their expressions hardly perceivable under the cake of mud and blood that covered them. Lacerations carved through throats and sheared off heads from their necks. Charred skin ran over the surfaces of the unfortunate of her people to bear the wrath of the radiant dove-winged—angels—beings that wielded weapons of blinding light that merely irritated her eyes as she peered into the sky and watched with silence the horde of them who loomed in the distance, casting countless sweeping rays of silver, gold, and green light that laid waste to more of her people—the people she was in charge of assisting even in her young age.

From the first century where initial conflicts were born, and toward the middle where the largest advancements on all three sides happened, the collective population of the warring races had dipped drastically. What was once a race full of countless billions was reduced to only a few hundred million. Countless angels either died or fell from grace, which served to replace the number of Fallen Angels that died in droves. This was perhaps one reason why the weaker Fallen Angel side lasted so long: endless replacements. Like the legendary Phenex Tears, the ranks of Grigori could be bolstered. Of course, such an advantage was quickly snuffed out when, instead of falling from grace, angels were simply executed if their wings turned black, and hostilities between all three sides intensified.

It wasn't just the three factions going to war, there were loose cannon groups. Among the devils, you had people who defected either due to moral uprightness or a because of personal gain. They didn't like obeying orders that didn't suit them, so they joined forces with like-minded individuals to cause either mayhem or protest the war, or something else.

For devils, the punishment was simply death. Lucifer tolerated not even the slightest disrespect to him or the other Great Satans.

As for Fallen Angels, there are members among them that are extra bloodthirsty and defy orders by going on their own, effectively defecting. There may have even been those who didn't want to fight people who were once friends among the angels. She didn't know the personality and behavior of Governer-General Azazel, but she learned that very few of those people were forced to defect. So that legendary tactician had some tolerance.

All in all, she lives in a ruthless world even deadlier than what would be found on earth, though she knows of nothing else than this lifestyle and reality.

She had been active in the war for a few months now and had "accomplished" many things. Most of her initial tasks were defending borders by fighting monsters and participating in small skirmishes against Fallen Angels. Those battlefronts had very few powerhouses, so she was fighting on the less dangerous side of the war. Unlike before, this mission is the most critical and important she's been given so far. It actually has mid to high-tier fighters. The land in which she now walks is known as the Marbas territory, a clan that serves one of the Six Houses of Lucifer, the Lucifuge clan. The Lucifuge clan has direct correlation to the Lucifers as they are the most loyal vassals. Many devils consider the Six Houses of Lucifer to be members of the Satan Clan itself. Especially since the lord of the Lucifuge clan is considered the right-hand-man of her father. She had met the middle-aged man on many occasions, most of them during the time her father would step out of his responsibilities to monitor her training. The man was responsible, loyal to a fault, but unnervingly kind enough to the extent that he once questioned her father on why he treated her so differently than his son, Rizevim.

Lucifer's response was this: "That child is a different kind of consciousness wrapped in that small bundle of innocent silence. Her soul is deeper than Cocytus, unshakeable. She cannot be affected by mortal stimuli in the way most supernatural beings can. Even gods can be emotional when they feel their treatment is unjust. She cannot feel emotions to the same extent a devil can, therefore, she might not even be subject to a sinful mentality like greed or even pride. As much as I throw her a bone by saying her magical prowess is second-to-none, not once has her face changed from that countenance of monotony. Sometimes I worry that she won't live up to my expectations. A little pride goes a long way, but I know her bloodline will bring something to the forefront of that overpowering mask of silence."

In lieu of receiving proper fatherly treatment, Lord Lucifuge took it upon himself to educate and instill proper values in the young girl to counteract the harshness of the mother. He even led her around Lucifaad, though her identity was forced into secrecy for some reason. During their walks around the city, she was goaded by him to interact with kids her own age, especially during the youth devil gatherings he wanted her to attend. She always failed, and only earned the weakest of disdain as the best results. The worst results were borderline physical harassment that Lord Lucifuge wasn't always able to prevent. For the times he failed to save the night, bad things happened. In hindsight, there was no reason for derision for those who had it, but Jemisha's subdued behavior really made those kids think she was some lower-ranking member of the Lucifuge clan and didn't deserve to be led around by the Lord Lucifuge himself.

The other children of the Satans were just too arrogant according to him.

Her brother, Rizevim, called them idiots sometimes, and idiots are people who say and do things that go against their common sense and intelligence. Based on that definition, the Satan descendants are idiots because they gave her identity a horribly inaccurate designation because of something as superficial as being walked around by somebody. Some random beggar could have been secretly guiding a high-ranking noble around town for all she knew.

Regardless, the Lucifuge clan was just as important to her family as the Marbas is to them, which was why it was somewhat baffling that the Marbas clan who directly served the Lucifuge clan had been left so exposed like this. With this mission having been given to her directly by her father, she didn't want to disappoint him and make all of the harsh training he put her threw go to waste. Though a girl of few words, she is hypersensitive to how other beings behave, and she knew by past experiences that she may suffer at his hands.

"Down with the vermin!" She heard a distant angel covered in silver armor bark with a reverberating baritone voice. Around him, rays of searing golden light swarmed from behind, reducing his figure to a mere fire-kissed silhouette as the blinding light engulfed him and tore into the landscape, eradicating the forsaken forms of her allies. Their blood and gore either splattering across the ground or being reduced to ashes and cinders. Flaps of many pairs of wings—each one paired with four, denoting eight wings—converged upon her location as the last of her bat-winged allies fought in futility.

"This section of this Marbas land is armed with the accursed weak. But in Heaven's name I shall eradicate this place! Light of the Undying!" At his booming voice, his holy presence—which was already potent enough to superheat the area in the wake of his smoldering hostility—swelled to monumental degrees as the light around him outstretched and exploded into numerous beams that incinerated the resistance down to the last few hundred across a range of several hundred meters, sending sweeping explosions rolling across the land, but a brief flash of ominous silver light in the valley between two looming infernos grabbed his attention.

"Wha—!" That same streak of silver light passed between the domes of fire, filling the semi-high-ranking angel's vision before ending his life like a lone flame in a dark night swept away by wind. The blazing infernos were swiftly blown away, clearing the war-torn landscape of the smoldering heat waves as she emerged amidst the flames that managed to reach her, but failed to harm her. She brandished the cracked double-edged sword in her black-gloved grip and lunged, closing the distance between her and the horde of angels.

Her retaliation was instantaneous, far too sudden for the other angels to react quickly, and Jemisha took advantage of this by wordlessly slashing the sword before her, generating a sizeable blade of abnormally blinding silver light that surged toward the horde of angels with a building momentum. The oncoming wave of pressure and light snapped them back to attention and the second-strongest bunch among them—five angels with six wings in total—collectively erected a massive barrier of holy light that was angled slightly to the side and tilted back, allowing Jemisha's attack to smash into the barrier but veer off course, the unseen sharp edge grinding gratingly against the light barrier before flying off into the distance.

Not one to be amazed at the intelligent usage of barrier magic, Jemisha took a single step and leaped toward the closet angel who was isolated—another one that had only six wings—swinging her sword again and clashing with a light spear he hastily conjured, only for it to snap in twain as his head was swiftly taken off, blood spraying across the sky and splashing on the forms of the nearest angels, fueling their rage and disbelief as the closest angels attacked instantaneously. Jemisha's black-leather and metal-buckled boots landed among displaced rubble, and she pedaled across it, slipping around descending beams of light and flipping out of the range of micro-explosions.

"A child," one of the eight-winged angels murmured but shook off the thought before his wings flared.

"Drumming Tremors!"

His completely erect four-fold pair of wings seemed to smash against some unseen wall, generating a slightly visible ripple effect as the wave of force slammed into the surroundings with Jemisha as the target. The pulsating sound waves crushed stone walkways into chunks of rubble, shredding them into sharp projectiles that scattered about as dust rose along the trails left behind by the near sightless forces of sound. They drilled toward her in the form of tendrils, digging several-dozen-meter-deep gouges in the ground, generating fields of cracks that made the battleground in which Jemisha flitted across increasingly unstable, forcing her empty expression to harden. She turned on her heel, her initial momentum causing her to nearly fall on her back.

With a single swing of her sword edged with brilliant silver demonic energy, the eight-winged angel's attack was blown apart. But Jemisha remained in motion, reflexively leaping into the air and guiding her diagonally spinning body and sweeping black-leather fabric over a blade of holy light that attempted to cleave her legs off; she retaliated with cold silver eyes, spilling the blood of the weaker angel that failed to catch her off guard, sending the young man tumbling across the fissured ground with his bisected body crashing against the tall remains of a stone wall, his blood painting it red. Her gaze shot above her head as another angel came down on her with a furious roar, six wings blazing as spherical balls of fire rained down upon her, detonating around her with concussive force that would have knocked countless devils off their feet, but she remained standing—albeit dazed—and performed a forward flip with her trusty sword cleaving skyward, sweeping through the balls of fire that descended along the trajectory of her blade as it carved toward the stunned face of the brazen angel who forgot to fly.

Another spray of blood hit home the difficulty of killing the young devil that large group of angels faced.

"Pull back, she's too dangerous now!" A man in silver robes with golden chest and shoulder armor hovered aloft with his eight wings beating rhythmically, generating a pulsating wave of holy light that slowly made the surrounding rubble in a range of twenty meters levitate. Countless chunks of stone and masonry gathered together in incomprehensibly dense chunks, a film of static flowing toward the center of each one, as the pressure of their formations intensified.

"Descending Stones of Heaven."

Jemisha's eyes sharpened and flashed brilliantly, her figure falling into a ghostly white and shadowy black blur of speed as she surged out of range of the ultra-dense-and-heavy hail of stones that crushed the ground she originally stood on. In blinding blurs, hundreds of stone clumps rocketed into the ground, causing it to fissure as the entire building complex of one of many estates in this section of the Marbas territory began to crumble like an avalanche, plumes of debris and dust rising into the sky as many angels loomed, periodically launching light spears when they felt the little devil girl fall into a seemingly dangerous position, but they all failed. The girl was like a cockroach—or a fly, swaying out of range of the wind-surging hail of rocks or the wind-burning waves of holy light. When she couldn't evade, she slashed the light spears apart with her blade edged once again with that awfully familiar silver demonic energy, and when the stones got too close, she unleashed a wave of raw demonic power that chilled them all to the bone.

"This is just some little girl. She looks no older than her fourteenth year! Why is she so hard to kill—?!" The angel who spoke was swiftly silenced when he failed to realize the increasing proximity between him and Jemisha before she swept her sword across his neck, relieving his body of the extra weight that might as well have been empty if he was so lost in his mind. This scene continued for several extra seconds even as the commander of the hail of stones increased the ferocity of his attacks, his face bulging in irritation.

"Throw caution to the wind! Unleash Heaven on this little devil!"

The already high hostility of the angels increased several-fold as their faces contorted and they unleashed all their might, raining Heaven upon the devil girl who seemed to find herself on a tiny rowboat lost in the raging seas at night. Wherever she set her tattered, bloody, and dust-covered boots, waves of attacks smashed toward her with an overwhelming momentum that rag dolled her all over the battleground, sending her crashing into stone masonry and other angels that managed to carve lacerations on her back before she brutally retaliated with a hazardous blast of silver light, reducing them to corpses with four charred wings that plummeted to the ground. Blood dripped from her lips as she hastily dodged like her life's purpose depended on it. Her father didn't send her to this location to die to relatively insignificant angels who would have groveled at his and her mother's feet.

For the first time ever, her scabbed lips parted as words flowed through them, "Demonic Brilliance of Evil Light, Embodiment." Her already abnormally high demonic power swelled to even greater heights and a dense film of satanic silver light swirled to life around her, forming a flaming-shaped aura that pierced the unholy heavens above in a beacon before sky-sweeping rays of demonic light washed over the weakest angels, reducing them to ashes silently. The wave of hostile light purged all life from the low-ranking angels and the mightier angels who were burned into charred husks.

She had successfully slain fifteen angels in a matter of a few minutes, and the remaining four were the ones with eight wings.

"As you are my daughter, you must treat every battle as if they were after your head to parade around like a trophy. That would truly bring shame to the Lucifer clan, and most importantly, my name. If it must be done, treat your brethren as collateral."

Jemisha allowed her father's words to live in her mind, repeating endlessly as the demonic light around her intensified, illuminating the battleground and the greater territory of the Marbas clan. The eight-winged angels flinched as their skin began to peel, the light surrounding her proving fatally dangerous as they struggled to repel it with their own holy auras. Jemisha glanced at her sword before sheathing it in the leather scabbard attached to her waist by a tool-belt and leaped into the sky, her lithe figure twirling in the air as the light around her exploded into flailing tendrils that whipped toward the remaining angels, crashing into the light barriers they hastily created even when they were forced to stagger in the air. She commanded her demonic power to continue its furious onslaught, each tendril glistening with blinding light that irritated the eyes as they pounded the light barriers with enough force to generate cracks and overwhelm their regeneration. In a matter of moments, the light barriers shattered, and the angels scattered like flies, hastily evading the murderous demonic light that didn't fail to chase after them like a vengeful tiger.

"S-She's a Lucifer!"

"Did that bastard really send his child out here?!"

"She must be slain, no matter the cost! For our Heavenly Father!"

"For our Heavenly Father!"

The chorus of the latter two voices grated on Jemisha's nerves for the first time in this battle, and the whispers of ingrained distaste bordering on instinctive drilled into her mind as several wings sprouted on her back, numbering twelve as she ceased her attack and brought her hands before each other, calling on her immense demonic power to generate a massive sphere of demonic silver light.

"You can all die. Demonic Brilliance: Overflowing Purge." Jemisha's sonorous voice echoed through the area as a blinding wave of light engulfed the territory, illuminating it with the radiance of a newborn white sun. The ground quaked as a dome of light emerged, quickly swallowing the entire section of the Marbas territory in fatally destructive demonic energy. Fissures ran across the ground, reaching far distances as the devils and angels clashing against each other in the southern section of the Marbas territory placed some of their attention on the sudden explosion.

"When you are finished clearing out the Marbas territory, meet up with the Knight Captain of the Brilliant Light Order. They will lead you to a fortified zone where you can recuperate, train again, and fight alongside them as a warrior. From the age of thirteen and beyond, the battlefield will be your home, and various strongholds a checkpoint on your path to the peak of this millennia-long war. Keep moving. Like a meandering tide, smash the enemy forts to smithereens under the pressure of your power. You can be nothing else than the nemesis of Him, so you must emulate His divine wrath."

Jemisha's mind hung on those words as she resealed all twelve of her demonic wings and fell to the ground, falling into the field of uplifted dust as she scanned her immediate surroundings. All around her laid pillars of smoke and piles of ash, molten rock pooling around her perimeters and oozing with scalding heat. Steam radiated in the air, and belching fire swelled from the pit in which she stood at the edge and peered down. This pit was the epicenter of her strongest area-of-effect spell, and not a shadow of the targets remained.

She took a deep breath and collected herself for a moment before rushing off to the next section of the Marbas territory where she heard the distant shouts of battle. But then she stopped, a chill running down her spine as the sensation of a burning knife twisting through her spiked through her body, but when she winced and whirled around, palm reflexively unleashing a blast of demonic energy, she found not a ghost of what she felt. Though when she panned her gaze around, she saw flickering lights appearing among some pillars of smoke, radiating holy light that fought against the volatile demonic energy wrestling with it. The sound of crackling snapped in her ears as arcing bolts of lightning swam within the buffer zone denoting the furious clash between radiant holy light and ominous white light.

Jemisha felt her mind groan with a great irritation, her glistening silver eyes gaining a darker edge as she gathered her demonic power and approached the eight-winged angel that survived her heavily charged spell. When the flickering holy light within the looming smoke grew constant and each flicker lasted longer, she broke into a sprint before conjuring several blades of brilliant silver light and launching them like rockets toward the target. Grating noises grinded in her ears as the smoke was blown away and a large golden barrier of defensive magic manifested, halting the advance of her swords as they struggled to pierce through it. However, Jemisha narrowed her eyes at the absence of the angel she sought, until she felt heat wash over her right side as an overwhelmingly bright blast of holy light engulfed her.

A potent explosion erupted in that area, sending heavy tremors through the earth as many dilapidated stone walls and other scattered debris in the area were blown apart and sent flying, rocketing through the sky like deadly projectiles. Some of them trailed closely behind a screaming blur of smoke and furiously flashing golden-silver light that flew out from the explosion. Within seconds, the ball of smoke, where glimpses of a black and white blur of color could be seen, crashed into the ground and tumbled like a weed in the wild west, crashing into deep grassy pits before splashing into a nearby stream. The area in which Jemisha had been sent flying was devoid of the destruction that marked the inner territory of the Marbas clan. Since very few devils were around these parts, the angels that passed by some time ago felt no need to cause wanton destruction where it wasn't needed.

Water particles scattered through the air as Jemisha burst through the surface, gasping for air as the projectiles that followed her general path splashed into the water around her, generating rippling waves that threatened to pull her back under, but she shook her head of the daze and quickly brandished all twelve of her wings. She rocketed into the sky with great haste as a searing beam of holy light plowed right into the area in which she once bathed, reducing everything to smoldering ashes once the explosion died down.

"Lucifer's daughter, I presume?" A voice she found familiar echoed from the distance as one of the eight-winged angels appeared, flying toward her at a fast pace as several blinding light circles manifested around him. From these circles emerged massive, serrated blades that he masterfully manipulated before hurling them toward her as streaks of light that nearly took her wings off had she not erected her own bit of barrier magic. Golden sparks of light scattered across the white light barrier as the heavy rain of golden blades impacted with an even greater momentum, generating audible booms in the sky as pressure waves swept out, riddling her barrier with cracks. Jemisha was forced further back and closer to the ground while the angel ascended higher and higher, his abnormally powerful light power increasing. He maintained his onslaught while wiping the blood from his lips, "My allies are all dead. Dead! But such is war! And since you're a valuable target, this mission was surely worth it!"

She struggled to maintain her external facade of tranquility, her eyes widening slowly, He... he's burning his life force for strength?

With eyes filled with enough murderous intent to nearly make his wings gain a darker sheen, the eight-winged angel unleashed every bit of light power he had left to summon a massive circle that manifested above his target's head, illuminating the region in radiant light, as a searing beacon descended from above and engulfed the girl, touching down on the earth and plunging through the surface and countless kilometers down. The area began to shake, innumerable bits of scattered rubble vibrating as cracks crawled along the earth and expanded into long distances. Through the cracks, simmering golden light emerged, seeping out of them as the land within a range of two kilometers began to fissure, the countless cracks forming an interconnecting latticework of damage that resulted in the area crumbling like an avalanche. The searing beam of golden light died down into remnant streaks before vanishing into the sky, the massive light circle shattering into shards.

Suddenly, the angel's body drastically aged and became withered. He violently coughed, hacking up blood, "I... I exhausted all my vitality and strength in that attack. O-Only U-Ultimate-class devils would survive something like that... that girl is dead."

The slowly withering angel hovered silently in the sky among pillars of smoke kicked up by the sinkhole he created, and his figure vanished from behind the surface as all vision sank into the gaping darkness left behind in the wake of this devastation only the absolute strong High-class entities could create. Sinking deeper, further down the hole where the walls of earth that should have been many shades of brown and gray were instead charred black. Ashes permeated the chasm as embers crawled along the walls before all sank into blackness. Some unknown distance in the depths of the sinkhole, ominous white light flickered, shining brightly in the darkness before slowly losing its fire. It seemed to dwindle.

Jemisha's sorry figure could no longer be seen, and she was drowned in darkness. But her dark outfit, which was a makeup of dark-silver armored plating and a black leather overcoat that swept around her ankles with a collar that hid her neck, was reduced to tatters. It was similar to some gothic female vampire hunter's fit. The metal that protected her shoulders and arms lay in charred scraps as they clattered on the unseen ground. Pain was swimming around the surface of her skin, the once pale flesh now covered in black burns. She whimpered and attempted to raise herself to sit upright, but a wave of nausea hit her, and she was forced to lie down again. The taste of iron and dirt swirled between her tongue and gums, so she gathered them all before spitting it out and grimacing.

"I've only been fighting for- for a meager number of months. He expects... more from me. I can't stop... I can't," she said with a pained grimace.

Though her body suffered the type of trauma that would have felled other beings in her tier of power, she retained enough strength to utter those words and attempt to resummon her demonic power.

"I'm not arrogant and conceited enough to expect you to be without mortal danger, but compared to any other being in the Underworld, death will not come easy to you. Where darkness inevitably claims the light of even the most resilient of life, you are the child of darkness. Darkness is your true strength, not light. Rise up and subdue it to your will, for that is something you can take Pride in as a Lucifer."

As unique as her upbringing was for how she should have been raised, she always found that in times of stress and turmoil, her father could be the shining light to lead her through the darkness of her wallowing. He appeared to have a fanatic interest in her ability to manipulate darkness, but she felt it a double-edged sword. But the thoughts that would follow that train of musing would no longer have any fuel if Jemisha couldn't regain her wits and leave this immeasurably dark pit that was so deep that she could only see a speck of light that represented the sky of the Underworld. She took a deep shuddering breath and briefly recalled her humble beginnings.


From birth, she was given no respite one would expect a toddler to be entitled to.

She was the daughter of Lucifer, a vengeful satanic entity whose wrath knew no bounds.

She is his daughter, and so he expects the Heavens of her.

And her brother is annoying.

She was trained to fight, to kill.

Whether it be her so-called mortal enemies among the angels, or her own people the devils.

She is the harbinger of Father's wrath, his unholy weapon of vengeance.

Her mother seemed kind, but even she wasn't spared the rod when she underperformed in her ignorance.

Pain was a great teacher, and Jemisha was the greatest student.

Her brother would also say things about her that she didn't understand

But she knew they were bad by instinct alone.

She only loved her mother, but her father was around.

She really hated her brother, and she would rather spend years on the battlefield than be in his aggravating presence.

What is her purpose in this life?

Her father said it was to bring Yahweh down from his heavenly perch, but Father never told her His name.

How did she know His name?

Her brother said she was a mere puppet who had no mind to think for herself.

"An obedient dog" he said.

She knew that was bad terminology.

She didn't want to be a dog, but her mind was fundamentally different from his.

She felt no dissonance in how she was raised and is being raised.

Just like her eccentric brother, she herself is an enigma.

Is that what it means to be the child of the so-called Prince of Darkness?

However, Jemisha did not like the darkness.

It was scary.

Nightmarish.

And vengeful.


All of those lines of words that flowed through her mind were somewhat jumbled, an admixture of different contexts forming to create the random chain of thinking Jemisha experienced. What stuck with her were the terms "instinct" and "darkness" and so with her metaphorical hands, she pulled her mind out of the mental gutter she found herself in and expanded her demonic senses, tugging on the nigh-omnipresent field of darkness shrouding her from the light in the distance countless leagues above and slowly eased herself to her feet. Strength returned to her fourteen-year-old body, and so did intent. The darkness suddenly shifted, falling under her will as tendrils grazed her body, replacing the tattered cloth with pristine and unseen black leather fabric with silver lining and embroidery. The chainmail covering that was all that remained of her previous set of clothes was healed from the rust that covered it, and all that was missing was the shoulder plates that would not return. This so-called Item Creation magic is quite handy.

Although she regained her strength and fit, she lost the carelessness that she had going into the fight with those angels.

She would not make the same mistake again.

"Uplift me, you who claim to be my ally." At her monotonous and sonorous intonation, the darkness around her surged to life as Jemisha levitated and shot up, her twelve wings sprouting as she propelled herself even harder, drastically increasing her velocity. With an audible boom that crashed against the chasmic walls of what could have been her tomb, Jemisha rocketed into the light.

Upon returning to the world of light, Jemisha instantly scanned her surroundings for the angel that defeated her. And when her gaze landed to where the angel once hovered above, she found nothing, but a withering body strewn among displaced dirt and rubble, tiny trails meandering fire licking around it.

Jemisha's eyelids slowly blinked; her silver eyes were dull.

It seems that the angel exhausted all of his life energy, reducing him to a husk with smoke seeping between his chapped and crusty lips.

She sighed in relief, "Thank Father."


Southern Land of the Marbas Territory, three kilometers away...

A small group of devils flocked together at the precipice of what remained of the last major section of the Marbas territory, a towering and formerly opulent mansion with tall dark spires and metal grates lining every geometric flat spot. The base of the mansion that was full of lush vegetation that stretched along the wall in the form of vinery was riddled with cracks and scorch marks. Blood also stained it alongside the limbs that were scattered all over the complex grounds. All around the group, ambient explosions washed across the landscape, blasting through makeshift bases and washing over devils in the dozens. There were five-hundred devils under the Ultimate-class fighting to the death against the legion of angels that never seemed to end. They were like an endless tide, gushing with murderous holy light that purged their brothers and sisters from the world.

These figures collectively wore black armor that left very few openings to stab a blade, and the edges of each plate was sharp enough to pierce flesh and cut throats. Emblazoned on their chest plates was a demonic crest that represented the Marbas clan, but such a crest was no longer useful. It was a placeholder. Something that will soon be a memory.

A man with a mane of black hair that was covered in soot released a shuddering sigh, his skin seeming to gain a few wrinkles, "Our territory is compromised."

The other eight demonic soldiers echoed no response, simply watching on with sunken expressions.

"Those holier-than-thou bastards shouldn't have gotten this far..." another soldier replied with venom, her eyes smoldering with hate. "It was all because of that reckless invasion of earth. Who would be foolish enough to have believed that God-ACK!" the woman wracked her head to shake off the pain, "would have believed that He wouldn't take advantage of our lack of manpower?!"

"Watch your words, soldier!" The man from before suddenly barked, his eyes staring daggers into her own, "It wasn't His angels that managed to bypass our somewhat weakened defense. It was that damn bastard Azazel! His tactical prowess is second to nobody, which is why we should have used most of our military might to crush those black birds instead of waging war on Heaven first!"

"We should have been capable of shouldering this battle, but having our top allies sent toward the Bael battlefront left us weakened, and the fact that the territories in front of our land have been annihilated centuries ago left us exposed! That invasion of earth simply made those Grigori bastards sic their former allies on us! Since when did the fallen and pure work together?" Another devil spoke up with indignation and exasperation.

"It no longer matters. While we are standing her complaining, our men and women are dying down there. I no longer care about living; I'll die in the flames of battle!" A devil with burgundy hair that had charred split ends rushed forward and kicked off the edge of the precipice, and his allies could only sigh in defeat.

"Now he wants to play the valiant soldier? But nothing can be done. We've been locked onto by them," a female devil on the far more silent side finally spoke up, her smoldering fiery gaze reflecting the daunting sight of a massive angel in body-fitting golden armor and ten wings staring at them with his searing golden gaze. A pillar of divine light erupted from below him before expanding outward in a wave of evil-purging light. And just like that, the area around the holy monster was cleared of devils, leaving the stragglers to be picked off by his subordinates. As the violet sky of the Underworld swirled around the radiant pillar, a blinding emergence of light caught everyone's attention. From the surging pillar, came a colossal spear of golden light that made the atmosphere become denser. It was so dense that the elite soldier who decided to fight to the death from before was struggling to fly through the dense atmosphere, and to everyone's regret, he was left exposed to the spear.

He was the first victim.

And he was terrified, "No-!"

But his cry was silenced when his body vanished under the colossal spear, and when the light construct left, all that remained were ashes that was swept away by a fierce gust of wind.

"This is the end! But we will not grovel like that fool did! Barriers!" At the command of the first devil among them to speak, they all exploded with elite High-class demonic power that swelled in front of the precipice of the mansion, manifesting as a colossal multi-layered barrier of burgundy light that radiated immense pressure. Wind surged around it as it hummed, preparing itself for the inevitable blow of the leader-class angel's attack.

But the angel could only shake his head, "Futile."

The devils watched in growing despair as their collective strength proved useless against the might of that angel's spear of light. The light construct crashed into the barriers with a thunderous boom before tearing through them like a wrecking ball. Shards of demonic energy, flickering on and off, scattered across the sky as the light spear smashed through the last barrier before obliterating the devils along with that mansion. A deafening explosion rose into the sky and expanded, generating fissures in the ground as the clouds above surged. Lightning arced around the edge of the fatally dangerous dome, supercharging the atmosphere before all light began to die down.

"There is still one more place to go," the ten-winged angel said, his radiant golden hair swishing in the air as he hovered in the sky and peered into the distance. Some of his subordinates had doubts.

"The lieutenant commanders should have cleared that area, Captain-Commander. There aren't any powerful devils over there even remotely close to the Ultimate-class."

"But that area isn't cleared. If it was, they should have merged with us half an hour ago as regular High-class devils can't hold a candle to elite High-class angels like them. Something happened, something unforgivable," he said with increasing hotness in his voice and his ten wings swept out, generating a fierce gale before he rocketed into the distance like a bullet, vanishing into the distance quickly.

Wind whistled around the flowing golden comet, and some low-hanging clouds swirled about him as he rose into the sky to hide himself from being detected. But unbeknownst to the mighty angel, several sets of eyes were trailing from an immeasurable distance, arcing with bolts of white lightning.

Looming overhead, the angel peered through the sparse sea of violet cotton fuzz, watching with a bated breath the sheer destruction that covered the landscape of the northern section of the Marbas territory. What was once a battlefield filled with over a hundred angels and many hundreds of devils was now a wasteland with expansive patches of fissures and craters. One massive crater, which was still emanating residual hair-raising demonic power, caught his attention and he rapidly descended. His ten wings flared and swept out, blowing away the looming clouds of dust as he studied the scenery, a fierce grimace appearing on his face when he detected the faint trace of light power that was rapidly being eaten away by the sea of residual demonic power.

He detected two sources of light power; two familiar signatures, and these signatures were ghosts of what they once were. They were dead, reduced to ashes. Rage filled his heart, and he immediately swept the area with his smoldering gaze, catching traces of demonic power and light power that moved far into the distance.

"Rael managed to survive this... spell. He pursued the devil; I can sense it..." he murmured as the trace of demonic power was contaminated with the aforementioned angel's light power while an individual signature followed from a distance. A wave of urgency immediately erupted from within as his wings swept out and propelled him into the distance, moving at a speed far faster than Jemisha's. His senses were heightened as he followed the trail of light power that clashed with the devil's, but his expression soon contorted into a feral grimace when he saw a tremendous scene of devastation.

"Rael used up all of his strength to kill that devil?! What devil could possibly have been among the enemy?!" He snarled and glared at the withering corpse below, before his anger intensified, "The devil didn't get far."

He glared into the distance where he sensed a relatively recent trail of demonic power.

"Hmph, the signature is young, like that of a child. Ridiculous."


Some unknown distance away above the land between the West and South sections

"Is that the girl?"

Quite a few mysterious individuals were floating above the sea of violet clouds, the region around them rolling with crackling energy as they hid away from the expansive range of detection wielded by the leader-class angel. Crimson capes were draped from beneath dense and jagged armored plating, sweeping around them and fluttering in the intense gales of whistling wind. An unfamiliar crest was emblazoned on their jet-black chest plates and the style of armor worn by them is somewhat foreign in this area of the Underworld.

But the immense demonic power emanating from them denoted their species, not to mention the massive, jagged wings that kept them aloft.

A fierce mane of black hair flailed as a woman hovered in front of the other four devils, her dark shape outlined by a dark outline of violet demonic energy as she crossed her arms under her noticeably large chest plate and smirked, "That's Lord Lucifer's offspring. I have to hand it to him. I didn't expect him to be this ruthless to his own kid by sending her into a location that had long been abandoned. Why else would the Marbas clan have fallen into such dire straits since they indirectly serve the Lucifers?"

"Why are you surprised? He has to be one of the most tyrannical members of our accursed species. He doesn't even treat his wife remotely nice. Even wife beaters are kinder than him. I pity the kid, but I also admire her strength. She carved through all of those angels like a whirlpool of death, and she survived what should have killed anything under the Ultimate-class. He trained her well, or she really is a monster in the making."

"But this is what Lord Lucifer wants to see," the same woman luscious black lips curled into a cruel smile. "Tempering his daughter by sending her into the fire and having her face the overwhelming judgement of light. She will surely need our help if she is to survive."

"Indeed, the real test is seeing if she has the strength to survive against a leader-class angel at her young age."

"No, no!" Another devil chimed in with a knowing smile, "This is a test to see if her potential can be forced into the light. What she showed earlier won't so much as threaten that angel. Hell, he's catching up!"

All eyes swiftly homed in on the streak of golden light, the cloud cover doing little to obstruct their vision. In the distance, a lone silver streak of light was closing in on the South section of the Marbas territory with the angel in hot pursuit. He was closing the distance rapidly, and it seemed that the girl hadn't yet sensed him. And once she halted above the devastated region and saw the one-hundred-some angels waiting for her, the distance between her and the leader-class angel reached a critical point.

But one of the devils blinked a few times, her expression gaining a darker edge, "Is that-?"

"What, Meave?" Another devil inquired, his eyes narrowing sharply as he noticed the expression of darkness on her face.

"I didn't think they would send one of their stronger leaders for this forsaken land..." she sighed, dragged her hand down her face.

The other devils finally noticed the identity of that angel.

They grimaced.


Jemisha didn't know what to make of the situation anymore.

She came into this battlefield thinking that she could prove that her training was adequate,

but even she knew when she was outmatched.

She may have slain almost eighteen angels in mere minutes, but her strength has dipped

from where it originally was.

Nor had she ever faced such a large opposing force.

And on the back of her mind, in the depths of her soul, she sensed a great threat originating from her flank-


Jemisha instantly flared her twelve wings and propelled herself to the side, narrowly avoiding a massive golden spear of light that shuttled passed her, burning the atmosphere wherever it flew and making the fabric of her trench coat burn. She withstood the heat with hardly a frown, but her eyes did contain a sense of urgency as she didn't even bother to stop flying around as several more burning spears of gold attempted to tear her apart and reduce her to ashes. The atmosphere was gradually superheated, the oxygen boiling as Jemisha's face reddened and she fought back a cough. Blood flowed furiously from her nose as she attempted to leave the overbearing heat-filled sky, only for a massive light circle to appear above her.

"DIE!"

A booming voice reverberated throughout the unholy heavens as dozens, hundreds, no- thousands of tiny blades of holy light appeared. They remained suspended in the air as tremendous pressure slammed down on Jemisha's shoulders, instantly blasting her out of the sky. She hurtled like a meteor toward the hundred-some angels that quickly noticed what was happening, and when they caught a whiff of demonic energy wafting from her, their originally stationary auras became hostile like the turbulent and raging seas. Numerous light spears were launched toward her.

A wave of terror flooded Jemisha's heart for the first time outside of her father's anger.

"It seems that I've been far too kind to you, allowing you to walk these halls with nary a care in the world. I train you for the sake of accomplishing something as important- vitally important as bringing Father from his lofty perch! Who told you to tell Lucifuge how I raised you? He is my right-hand man, but he should know better than to oppose me or question how I operate on things I hold in high regard! From now on, be silent! Show nobody any weakness!"

Following her father's words was the swift punishment of being his pincushion and punching bag during training. Whether it be tools or his limbs, he spared her no pain when he dished out his anger. It didn't help that he had those fabled Phoenix Tears to heal her wounds. For the first time, Jemisha felt fear. She thought she would experience eternal darkness, never to see the light of day again. It was a horrible night. That was a horrible night, and that will be a horrible memory she would rather drag into the darkness so nobody may see or hear of it.

She couldn't bear to see Lord Lucifuge again, not anymore. What glimpses she had of him ever since that night ended in her vacating her original position and hiding away. It is Lord Lucifuge that can expose her weakness, and he shall no longer have access.

Her eyes darkened, a potent film of darkness replacing the brilliant silver. Darkness wrapped around her body like a cocoon, and she nosedived into the onslaught of light spears, smashing through them like a freight train before crashing into the earth with meteoric force. As the gargantuan light circle revolved the thousand small blades of holy light, tendrils of darkness surged out of the crater she formed, flailing about like octopus' legs as they crashed into the legion of angels, smashing through their hastily formed barriers and sending them flying. Their ranks were hit hard, and a domino effect swept across them all, forcing them to disperse like flies buzzing with light power that was hastily gathered again to hurl at the source of the foul darkness.

The ground fissured, cracks expanding along the land as even more black tendrils emerged from them and assailed the army of one hundred and more, ensnaring many in their grip before engulfing them completely. Others were knocked flying, their armored bracers dented. A looming dome of darkness rose into the sky while the thousand golden blades of light were finally unleashed, descending upon the devil with furious intent.

The darkness rose to defend their mistress, but no matter how much power she tapped into, the leader-class angel's power was beyond the top threshold of power she could attain at the moment, which resulted in the swift deflation of its form as the rain of light punched through it as if it didn't exist. The dome of darkness popped like a balloon, and the first few dozen blades of holy light tore into the depths of the darkness, assailing everything within and damaging the land even further. The ground trembled and quaked, and many angels wore expressions of shock as a surge of earth was uprooted and shifted, rumbling across the land and away from the deflated field of darkness. Instantly, the leader-class angel disregarded the field of darkness and directed the remaining few hundred light blades toward that shifting mass of earth, utterly obliterating it in seconds to reveal the bloodied form of Jemisha who happened to appear before a group of ten low-class angels.

In her current state, those angels didn't last long.

Like a blur of white and black, along with some red, Jemisha carved through all ten with her unsheathed claymore. Darkness had long ago condensed around the blade, elongating it to greater lengths so she could achieve the effect of cleaving through all ten in an instant, their barriers failing to prevent their deaths. As blood sprayed through the air and assailed her body, replacing the silver of her hair with the life juice of these so-called holy beings, Jemisha retained the mask of silence as the simmering darkness covering her eyes did something bizarre.

Upon eye-contact with the mass of darkness that seeped from her gaze, static images assailed the minds of at least eight four-winged angels, making them cry out. Their light constructs shattered, and their wings flickered from gold to black as they howled and flailed about, their faces bulging with veins and their eyes leaking blood. Due to their sparse positions, it took a bit longer for her to reach all of them, allowing the leader-class angel to close in on her with rage in his eyes.

"What did you do?!" By now, his initial AOE attack had failed to kill her, so he came in personally with a sword construct slashing toward her. She was forced to waltz to the side, narrowly evading his initial slash before he snorted and unleashed another one. She was too slow to evade this time, so she could only bring all twelve of her wings in front of her to defend. Pain shot through her back as her twelve webbed limbs seemed to scream in pain. Invasive light power surged into her body as the blade tore through the flesh of her wings. She blindly wielded her claymore and swung out at him, unleashing several blades of darkness that he masterfully deflected, but he shivered when an ominous sensation came over him after the blades passed him by.

"What is this sensation?" He was even more cautious than before and made to keep his distance. Instead, he resumed his mid-range attacks by conjuring several light spears before hurling them at her again.

Jemisha's torn wings struggled to guide her through the air, and so she was forced to repel the light spears with her blade.

"She can suddenly withstand my attacks. Though I'm not using my full strength. Looking at her wings, she's a member of the Satan clans, and her aura is similar to Lucifer's. She's a Lucifer, no wonder she's so strong for only being a High-class devil!" The angel thought with increasingly narrowed eyes, "Most royal devils are arrogant and foolish. They hardly train, but this little devil fights with skill. Though her precision is lacking. She can already claim superiority among all of her peers!"

The angel's eyes were now brimming with killing intent, and so he flew back, his ten wings generating mighty gusts of wind, as another massive spear of light manifested. This was the one that slew eight elite High-class devils, and this one will be used on just one elite High-class devil in Jemisha.

The girl in question shuddered, a film of static light radiating around her as she struggled to move. She fell into some dense field, and the darkness that arrived in her time of need was suddenly vanquished. She was exposed, laid bare. Her originally restored outfit now shredded, revealing sizzling wounds with cauterized blood. Her blood-soaked silver hair was in a disarrayed state and the split ends flaked off in embers. The darkness in her eyes vanished, revealing the silver brilliance from before. They now revealed that same fear she looked with upon her father some years ago.

"What a disappointment."

"Face judgement, spawn of Lucifer!"

An overwhelming wave of radiant light filled Jemisha's vision as she sank through the sky, her wings flailing erratically but shriveling under the searing heat of the light that got close enough to burn her exposed skin. She grimaced her cheeks burned, the skin glistening with fiery light as if the sun was trying to burn her to death. And it was, that spear came within close proximity of her, edging closer and closer.

She could no longer remain conscious under the searing wave of heat and holy light, and so her vision eventually grew darker.

But when her gaze unconsciously drifted to the sky, she saw several dark figures descend with showers of familiar power shooting toward the oncoming spear and the angel.

Her consciousness eventually faded to black.

End of Chapter


Note: Welcome to my first Highschool DxD fanfiction. As you've seen, this will star an OC protagonist. The current time period is the twilight years of the Great War, and the story will progress from there. The Great War will last until the late 1300s, roughly 60 to 70 years after Jemisha was born. In that time frame, she will attain her prime level of power which won't be capped yet, but she'll be getting closer to that power cap by her first century. The time period in which the canonical Civil War occurred was 190-208 years after she was born (1500-1518 CE). Sirzechs was born 560 years before canon, which meant he was born in the mid-1400s for reference, and he was 60 years old during the war.

Characters of importance will naturally be her parents, Lucifer and Lilith (shame I cannot tag them). Secondary characters will be Rizevim and Grayfia Lucifuge (Since her father cannot be tagged either. She will be a placeholder). Since Grayfia doesn't exist yet, she won't appear until Jemisha is over 100 years old, so in the early-mid 1400s.

We will learn more about her through her non-verbal actions and thoughts since she won't be too social. Her social intelligence and social presence have been low throughout her childhood and will only become a more prominent method of character-growth when she grows older. In lieu of this, other characters from different major groups will have voices, and they will have perspectives on the behavior of our protagonist.