Well, what's up folks? Hope you guys have been having fun lately with yourself because welcome to another chapter that takes inspiration from JustyTurner's 'Highschool dxd X Op male reader: The Dark warrior of the underworld' because anything that is from Wattpad and I have gotten permission from it, I shall take inspiration from it and took advantage of this.

So, for the most part, I would like to make a sponsor of this app known as Writers Journal and it is very easy and very fun since anytime I tried to write something on on the draft, it keeps on messing with the wording.

I mean, what is wrong with that? Well, anyway. Hope you guys have other ideas for a Bloodborne/Highschool DxD story cause let me tell you, I believe I have once read a Bloodborne/Highschool DxD story called... Uhm... Let me see here... Uh...

Yeah, I don't know what it's called but it gotta be something really strange, bizarre and so dumb and cliche that I think the author did it right in cancelling because really, it isn't really the Bloodborne/Highschool DxD experience that we would have wanted.

More so than that Marvel/Fate/Grand Order Crossover where Spiderman/Peter Parker is being an absolute self-righteous jerk with too many... whatever that is rather than crossover that we should have deserves and enjoyed.

Well, anyway, as much as I would like to explain on whatever cringed stories that have ever happened in the past years ago, let's get right in to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD, Bloodborne and 'Highschool dxd X Op male reader: The Dark warrior of the underworld' by 'JustyTurner'. They belong to their respective owners.

Enjoy.

In the heart of a city that thrummed to the pulse of night, two girls made their way home under a moon that hung like a silver coin in a velvet sky. The streets were empty, echoing only with the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. Miko, with her long, shimmering black hair, clutched her partner, Sayuri, who was visibly trembling. Sayuri's eyes darted nervously about, glancing into the yawning, shadowy corners that seemed to whisper secrets of things best left unseen.

"It's probably nothing, sweetie. It's just the garbage cans or maybe some sleepy dogs," Miko assured, her voice a steady lighthouse against the storm brewing in Sayuri's heart. Though Miko spoke with certainty, her own heart raced faster than the footsteps that echoed in the still night.

"Yeah, I guess I would like that," Sayuri murmured, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, though it was partly due to her lingering fear. The reassurance Miko projected did little to settle her nerves; shadows danced in the corners of her vision, and the chill of the night gripped her tighter.

Suddenly, a low growl rumbled from behind them—a sound so primal and unsettling that it sent a shiver racing up Sayuri's spine.

"Eeep!? What was that?" she squeaked, gripping Miko's arm tighter as they both froze, the bravado in Miko's eyes faltering under the weight of dread.

"D-don't worry..." Miko whispered, her bravado slowly stalling as they turned, standing back-to-back. "I-I'll protect you." She stared into the growing darkness, defiance swelling within her, but doubt nagged at the edges of her resolve. "Shoo... Shoo... Go away... Come on, beat it..."

Then, as if summoned by Miko's plea, something lurked from the engulfing shadows. The sight was hellish and surreal—a gaunt, naked figure, its skin stretched so tight it seemed translucent, glowing eyes of crimson piercing like daggers through the gloom. It moved unnaturally on all fours, a grotesque parody of human grace.

"Wh-what is that?" Sayuri whispered, dread pooling in the pit of her stomach as they watched this nightmarish creature stalk toward them, its long fingers curling like claws.

Before Miko could find the courage to shout, an echoing growl erupted once more, reverberating from the beast's throat. It leapt forward, the air around them crackling with danger. In that moment, time slowed, and the two girls instinctively hugged each other, bracing themselves for the inevitable fate that awaited them.

Then came a sharp, different sound—a slicing of flesh, a spray of blood, and that dreadful din was suddenly silenced. The creature was cleaved in two, its terrified screech cut short, falling lifelessly to the ground.

Eyes wide in disbelief, Miko and Sayuri looked past their fallen assailant to a figure standing tall before them—a silhouette of shadows and righteousness. Cloaked in a long black leather coat, the figure turned slowly. A wide-brimmed hat cast a veil of mystery over most of his face, but the raven-black highlights of his hair peeked out like flames in the dark.

In his grip was a metallic sword safe from the blood that coated the ground, its blade shimmering with an unearthly luminescence, reminiscent of the moon itself. As the figure placed the blade over his shoulder, he faced them fully, revealing only one eye through a mask that concealed everything except for those sparkling silver depths.

The girls stood frozen, awe-struck at this unlikely savior. "Who—who are you?" Miko stammered.

"Don't thank me, you two. Because…" His voice was deep and resonating. The silver eye began to glow, radiating warmth and authority. "You are not gonna remember this."

Both girls felt an overwhelming drowsiness wash over them, like a wave lapping at their feet, dragging them down into a blissful silence. Brightness enveloped their sight before plummeting them into darkness.

Miko awoke suddenly, her heart pounding, the soft murmur of Sayuri's voice drawing her from the depths of night. They were safe, sitting on the steps outside Sayuri's house, the door swinging invitingly open as the smell of baked bread wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the horrors that had just unfolded in their minds.

"Sorry, was I too loud?" Sayuri asked, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

"No, not at all," Miko smiled, dismissing the fear. Perhaps it was just a bad dream. "But… did you feel that? Like something odd just happened?"

Sayuri looked puzzled, brushing away the strange sentiment with a laugh. "Probably just too much of those old horror movies we were binging. Let's get inside; there's so much leftover bread!"

Together, they dared to step inside, laughter filling the empty spaces of their hearts, as the moon watched silently from its throne in the sky.

Unbeknownst to them, somewhere deep within the shadows of the city, their cloaked savior sheathed his sword into the moonlight and smiled. The bond of the girls was fortified through their fear and yet untainted by memory. He had no need for gratitude; he had merely done his duty. The night was still dangerous—but for now, the darkness retreated, waiting patiently for the next opportunity to awaken.

Well, hope you guys enjoyed the prologue. If you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below because I'm actually enjoying what I write with the help of Toolbaz beside me.

Well, anyway guys...

Ciao...