Well, I'm only doing this because I don't want to waste such an idea and have the readers say, "Wow, this is such a great idea," and then said, "Seriously, that's how many chapters?"
Call it egotistical but even I think that I am seriously such a potentially good idea with something that is less than stellar.
Anyway, it's time to up the ante and if you have any critiques, let me know in the comments below.
Now, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD and 'Demon Slayer DxD' by 'leonardo18anime'. They belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy.
The moon, a polished silver coin in the vast, inky expanse above Kuoh Town, presided over an unusual stillness. The familiar hum of late-night city life was absent, replaced by an unnerving quiet that pressed against the eardrums. Normally, even at this hour, a thread of youthful laughter or the rumble of a distant engine would break the silence, but tonight, an almost tangible hush had descended. It was the deceptive calm that precedes a storm, or in this case, something far stranger.
The small park, typically a haven of whispered confidences and the gentle murmur of its fountain, is now a scene of chaotic destruction as a strange anomaly had appeared above said fountain, an insurmountable energy of light and electricity dance like a ball of condensed lightning that shift gravity, space and time, something spits out from the sphere and land on the fountain, destroying it.
It's destruction throws the shattered stone that scattered like discarded teeth with it's twisted metal reaching skyward like skeletal fingers.
Dust motes, disturbed from their slumber, danced in the moonlight, illuminating the silent violence. And standing amidst this wreckage, the source of the devastation, was him: Xyron-76.
A monolith of dark metal, humanoid in form but towering at approximately eight feet in height with it's sleek, obsidian-like plates constituted his chassis, reflecting the moonlight in cold, sharp angles and from within his workings, came a faint, almost imperceptible whirring, the sound of complex machinery adjusting itself after a violent jolt.
Debris, chunks of the once-pristine fountain stone and mangled piping, slowly trickled from his broad, armored shoulders, landing with soft thuds on the disturbed earth.
His optical sensors, twin pools of cool, unwavering blue light, swept across the scene with clinical precision. They meticulously cataloged every detail, every displaced pebble, every broken branch as the data streamed into his advanced processors, forming a comprehensive picture. The scene is… disconcertingly mundane, to be exact.
No towering alien structures pierced the skyline.
No bizarre, phosphorescent flora pulsed with otherworldly light.
No lingering energy signatures hinted at the Kepler-186f anomaly he had dedicated months – years, by Earth reckoning – to investigating.
Xyron-76 accessed his internal chronometer, sensing the readout that is confirmed to have a growing sense of unease as the temporal displacement as… staggeringly, impossible, to be exact.
The crystalline anomaly on Kepler-186f, that he had been seen sent to investigate it, scanned it and analyze for what it is, hadn't merely been an anomaly but a gateway.
A shiver – if a purely mechanical being could shiver – ran through his systems. He initiated a long-range communication sequence, attempting to contact his creators back on the ship up in space yet all he get are static, being a wall of impenetrable, chaotic hiss that assaulted his auditory receptors.
It is unprecedented for his communication array is engineered to penetrate nebulae-thick space, to circumvent gravitational interference.
Such complete signal annihilation suggested something far more profound and far more disturbing like a complete and utter disruption of the space-time continuum.
A theory his creators, in their unwavering scientific materialism, had dismissed as fanciful, the ramblings of theoretical physicists lost in the abstract, apparently, hadn't accounted the crystalline object that pulsed with insurmountable energy to cause such a reality-bending power like no other.
Regardless, the immediate priority is to assess the damage possible as his internal systems initiated a cascade of diagnostic protocols.
Analyzing at himself, he only has minor scuffs and scrapes to his chassis plating, a slight recalibration needed for his balance gyros, but nothing critical to his operational integrity.
The fountain, however, is less fortunate as his arrival had been, to put it mildly, less than graceful.
He registered the destruction with clinical detachment, his advanced processors already analyzing the mechanical failure points of the fountain's internal plumbing. Inefficient design, he noted, even by 21st-century standards, based on the archived data available in his memory banks.
Even as his internal systems diligently churned through diagnostics, his optical sensors registered a subtle anomaly in the surrounding bushes. A faint rustling, a fleeting disturbance in the shadows. It isn't the random movement of nocturnal fauna. This is… deliberate, measured.
The threat analysis protocol in his systems have initiated as his four arms, arranged in two pairs on either side of his torso, each ending in a complex, multi-purpose manipulator, extended with fluid as silent precision as bladed appendages, razor-sharp monomolecular edges, unfolded from recessed sheaths along his forearms with a softsnick-hiss.
Energy condensers hummed with building power that began to cycle up and preparing to discharge a potent, targeted electrical current.
Xyron-76, despite the cold logic of his advanced AI, experienced a flicker of something that, in a more organic being, might be classified as unease. He is programmed for confrontation, analyzing hostile alien environments and calculating probabilities of combat success.
Yet, he is still facing one that is unknown to his analysis and if he isn't careful, there would be dire consequences ahead of himself, consequences that will cause more problems in the long run.
Problems that he isn't created to handle to a more egregious situation called: politics.
Meanwhile, in the dense thicket of bushes, a quartet of figures lay concealed, their forms barely disturbing the rustling leaves.
One is a man whose age landed somewhere between the the onset of middle age or more, wearing a fedora and the coloured grey of his coat that blend with the shadowed undergrowth.
This is Dohnaseek.
Beside him, is a woman whose beauty is as sharp as shattered glass who shifted impatiently, her long black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, the skimpy leather straps of her outfit doing little to conceal rather than reveal.
This is Raynare and as always, she pushed the boundaries of propriety and common sense even when hiding in foliage.
Next to her is another woman with a striking mane of purple hair, fidgeted in her attire, or lack thereof, a simple red shirt as her only sole garment, leaving a significant amount of skin exposed to the elements.
This is Kalawarner who rolled her eyes at Raynare's blatant disregard for stealth, even as she was no better dressed for inconspicuousness.
Finally, nestled amongst them all, is a petite girl with blonde pigtails, her gothic lolita dress, a frilly contrast to the rough textures of the surrounding bushes, seemed almost absurdly out of place.
This is Mittelt who, despite her doll-like appearance, possessed a mind just as sharp and mischievous as her companions.
These four, thought appearing as mismatched as ordinary humans, barring Raynare's rather bizarre outfit, are far from ordinary.
They are Fallen Angels, celestial beings that has been cast down from grace, and in the forgotten corner of the human world, they had made a dilapidated, abandoned church their rather unholy headquarters. Their days were typically filled with petty squabbles, plotting minor acts of mischief, and generally basking in the freedom of their fallen state. But today, the usual mundane routine is shattered when they sensed a mysterious energy.
A sudden, colossal surge of energy, palpable even through the dense earth and air, slammed into their senses.
It resonated from about a mile away, a raw, untamed force that vibrated through their very souls as confusion rippled through the hidden group.
"What in the hell was that?" Raynare hissed, her usual seductive drawl replaced with a note of genuine surprise.
Kalawarner, ever the pragmatist, chewed on her lip. "It feels powerful. Nothing that I have ever sensed before."
Mittelt, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement, whispered, "Is it some monster?"
Dohnaseek, ever the cautious leader (in name only), stroked his chin beneath his fedora. "Whether it's some monster, an anomaly, or probably some idiot wizard or whatever who does their magic like a bunch of morons… we need to find out what that was and maybe Azazel would like it." Dohnaseek said, knowing the leader of the Fallen Angels' obsession in mad science.
After a brief, whispered discussion, a somewhat unwilling consensus was reached. Curiosity, and perhaps a touch of arrogant confidence in their Fallen Angelic prowess, propelled them into action.
They would investigate such an anomaly and if it is a monster, a wizard or a recently awakened Sacred Gear user, they reasoned that it is probably just something they could dispatch with ease, a bit of excitement to break the monotony of staying in a dinghy church they live in.
They moved with practiced silence through the undergrowth, following the direction of the residual energy and emerging from the trees into a small clearing, they finally saw the source of the disturbance for their bravado faltered, replaced by a stunned silence.
Standing in the center of the clearing is… a robot.
Not the clunky, cartoonish robots of human imagination or the many automatons that are made by magic, but something altogether more imposing, more real.
It is a towering construct, easily eight feet tall and with a stout, almost bullish build. Its body is dominated by a triangular torso, the head positioned centrally with a pointed tip extending upwards. Four mechanical arms branched out, two larger ones on top and two smaller ones below. The left upper arm ended in a gleaming blade, wickedly sharp, while the lower arm unfurled into a cluster of metallic tendrils. Its legs are thick and powerful, ending in feet armed with three sharp talons each. The metallic surfaces are a dull grey in colour, hinting at immense strength and heavy armor.
Overall, it looks like something ripped straight from the pages of science fiction, utterly alien in this world of magic and myth that the Fallen Angels inhabited.
The quartet of Fallen Angels remained frozen, hidden at the edge of the clearing.
Raynare, for once, is rendered speechless as it is Kalawarner's usual sardonic smirk vanished while Mittelt's eyes widened like saucers, no longer with just fear and excitement, but now laced with genuine awe.
Even Dohnaseek's usual composed demeanor is cracked, replaced by a look of bewildered apprehension. They had faced angels, exorcists, even stray devils in their time on Earth, butthis… this is beyond anything in their known supernatural taxonomy.
"What… what is that?" Mittelt breathed, her voice barely audible.
Raynare, recovering first, though her voice was uncharacteristically subdued, finally spoke. "Looks like… a machine? Some kind of advanced automaton?"
"Automaton?" Kalawarner scoffed, though the sound lacked its usual bite. "That looks more like something from those human… 'sci-fi' holovids that Mittelt watch."
"Hey." Responded by the obvious.
Dohnaseek is silent for a moment, observing the robot with a calculating gaze, "Whatever it is, it's powerful. And it's just… radiating that energy we felt. Did you feel that surge earlier? That had to be it."
"We should take it," Raynare declared, her confidence returning, though tinged with a nervous edge, "Our holy magic should work on anything, right? We can…" She trailed off, realizing the absurdity of her bravado facing this metallic behemoth.
Dohnaseek immediately shut down her impulsive thought. "Absolutely not, Raynare. We have no idea what that thing can do. Look at it. It's not like anything we've ever encountered."
Mittelt nodded fervently. "Yeah! Maybe it has lasers! Or missiles! Or… or something really cool!"
Kalawarner rolled her eyes. "Again Mittelt, you should stop watching those YouTube videos on that, what did the human called, a tablet because I think the humans said what it would give you, what's the word again, 'brainrot'?"
Just as their whispered debate reached a stalemate, a suddenCRASHshattered the relative quiet atmosphere of the park in the middle of the night.
The Fallen Angels whipped around, feeling like their hearts leaping into their throats as the robot is no longer at the center of the clearing and is nowbehindthem, having moved with startling speed and silence despite its imposing bulk that loomed over them, casting them in shadow, its triangular head tilted slightly, and a deep, robotic voice, monotone and resonating with an underlying power, boomed out.
"Identify yourselves. Failure to comply will result in immediate termination." He said the last part in a slow and threatening tone.
The Fallen Angels flinched at the voice they heard as it is not only merely mechanical but also sound threatening.
Raynare, despite her earlier bravado, felt a genuine tremor of fear run through her for even she, who reveled in danger and destruction, recognized the raw, untamed power radiating from this machine.
The robot took a step closer, the ground thudding beneath its weight as it's bladed arm twitched, the edge glinting in the dappled sunlight and from it's larger arm opposite is a low crackling sound emanated with visible sparks of condensed electricity dancing around its metallic surface, an obvious display of raw power of undiluted incomprehensible understanding.
Dohnaseek, ever the pragmatist, recognized the shift in the wind for this is no stray monster to be easily dispatched but a force they had no understanding of, and challenging it head-on would be suicidal.
"Wait!" he called out, raising his hands in a placating gesture, "We… we mean you no harm! We're just… curious. We heard… a sound... that's all..." He swallowed, trying to project an air of calm he certainly didn't feel, "We'll answer your questions. Just… calm down."
The robot paused, the crackling electricity subsiding slightly as its mechanical head remained tilted, seemingly considering Dohnaseek's words.
After a moment of tense silence, the robotic voice spoke again, though with a fraction less menace. "Compliance. Answer truthfully or face extermination." He said, still in his deep monotone voice.
The Fallen Angels exchanged relieved glances as they had, for now, avoided a potentially disastrous confrontation yet one mistake will result in their demise before Dohnaseek took a deep breath and said, "Alright, alright. We're… we're just travelers, that's all. My name is Dohnaseek." He gestured to the others. "This is Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt." He said as he introduced himself and his fellow Fallen Angels.
The robot gives a minute of stare before it said, "Acceptable answer." He said as the Fallen Angels sigh in relief, "Next question: Designated name of planet. Respond."
The Fallen Angels look at each other in confusion, wondering why does this robot doesn't know the planet he's in, "You're on Earth?" Mittelt answered as if it is obvious.
The robot, however, remained still for a moment, then its head snapped back to a more upright position. "Answer does not compute." The robotic voice has becoming more threatening as it said, "Home of Creator does not match... Analysis... Analysis... 100% percentage of Neo-Earth. Lacking in aerial vehicles. Lacking in mega-structures. Lacking in connection to headquarters. Speak truth or be exterminated."
With the threat shown, the Fallen Angels backed away in fear as the imposing robot is inching closer to them, it's arm blades and the electrical sphere of energy cackle in electricity.
Dohnaseek desperately tries to calm him down as he said, "Wait, wait! We're telling the truth! Honest! This is Earth! Earth, I said. EARTH!" He yelled out in desperation.
The robot ceased his movement as the Fallen Angels hitched their breathe as they are about to die again before being stared at by the giant robot until it said, "Acknowledged. Analysis of speech pattern result in truth, despite answer does not compute. Need more data of answer that does not compute."
The Fallen Angels look at each other, not knowing how to make their answer make more sense to a robot, "Before you ask us..." Dohnaseek said in a placating and reasonable tone, "Why don't you... introduce yourself?"
The robot seemed to process his words for a moment. Then, in the same deep, robotic tone, it responded. "This unit is designated as Xyron-76. Main function for deep reconnaissance, analysis, and investigation. Created on Planet, Neo-Earth, homeworld of this unit's creator: Humanity. Analysis of Creation Date: A rough approximation of Mid-23rd Century."
Silence descended upon the clearing once more, heavier this time, laden with disbelief. "Mid-23rd..." Mittelt finally squeaked, her eyes wider than ever, "So, wait. You're from the future?"
"And humans built you?" Raynare said in sheer disbelief at what she had heard
The now named robot known as Xyron-76 had tilted its head again. "Affirmative. Most specifically: Created by Xyron Research Institute at location: Neo-Earth Union Federation." The robot's gaze swept over the bewildered Fallen Angels, its metallic eyes, or whatever passed for eyes, locking onto them with an unsettling intensity.
The Fallen Angels couldn't believe what they had heard.
A time travelling man-made robot from the future?
They thought that the robot would be some sort of alien creation of sort or a magical construct but the fact that it said that it is man-made... they couldn't comprehend how humans would built such a thing as advanced as this.
"Are you sure you're from the future?" Mittelt said in a skeptical tone.
"Affirmative. This unit has memory systems of when this unit is born, when this unit is commanded and analysis of chronometer showcase date and time." Xyron-76 explained before it then looked around curiously, "Yet, if what I scanned from your speech pattern that you speak truth, that this planet is designated as Earth, then why is it..." Xyron-76 then finally said, "Primitive."
As the Fallen Angels look at each other on what to say to the hulking robot, Dohnaseek started to clear his throat and said, "I... I don't know how to say this but I think you've been... uh... how do I say this? Time travelled to the past?" Dohnaseek answered in a tone that even he doesn't believe it, "Welcome to the 21st Century, I think?" He said the final part in an awkward tone.
Xyron-76 then look at Dohnaseek again, his eyes scanned the Fallen Angel for any lies and falsehood before he said, as much as his monotonous voice shows, acceptance, "Your speech pattern indicates you speak truth. Logic dictates that recent reconnaissance on unknown artifact has resulted in this unit's temporal displacement."
"Oh, okay..." Dohnaseek said, his mind being in relief that the robot seemed to accept his answer.
"How did you get here then... Uh... Xyron, right?" Kalawarner asked the robot.
"Answer must be designated to those with high clearance at Xyron Research Institute. Clarification: Classified from civilian population."
'Well, that's a bummer.' Kalawarner thought in annoyance before saying, "Can you stay there and be quiet for a second? We've got something to discuss."
"Request accepted." Xyron-76 said as it started to stand still like a statue as the Fallen Angels start to have their own meeting.
"Okay..." Dohnaseek said as he rubbed his head, feeling the stress of it all, "Any thoughts?"
"Like what? That we've met a human made robot from the future? Like it's some plot from those science fiction stories I watched?" Mittelt answered in a sarcastic tone.
"I still don't believe some 'humans' are capable of making that thing..." Raynare said in an arrogant tone as she crossed her arms, "We should just bring it back to Azazel and see how 'advanced' some man-made object really is."
"Oh, was that before or after you get cold feet from meeting the robot?" Kalawarner taunted with a smirk as Raynare glared at her.
"Enough!" Dohnaseek said out loud to stop any arguments from happening, "We're not fighting that thing! Whatever this thing is, whether it is a time travelling man-made object from the future or whatever, the last we wanted was to make a commotion in this town! And that is the last thing we wanted! Or so help me if Azazel heard what we did something stupid, all because we underestimate something that we don't know of!" Dohnaseek said with the last part glaring at Raynare, who glared back at him.
After a tense standoff between Raynare and Dohnaseek, the female members of the Fallen Angels nonetheless understand that the last they wanted is to make a commotion in the quiet park with something that they don't know of and it will alert a certain red-haired devil that owned this territory.
"Well, since you're so smart..." Mittelt said in a caustic tone, "What're we gonna do with that thing then?" She said, pointing her thumb behind her at the eight foot tall robot that, since their meeting, had been standing as silent as a statue itself.
Dohnaseek tried to think of what to do with Xyron-76 as he tried about something such as: would they bring the tin can to their home base? And of course, would they reveal themselves as Fallen Angels to the time displaced robot?
He knows that it is a long shot but it is better than inviting trouble for just a second before he approached Xyron-76 as he said, "Hey, you still there?"
"Affirmative." Xyron-76 responded in an instant, "What does citizen designation Dohnaseek require for this unit?" He asked him.
Dohnaseek then clears his throat and said, "Before that... you got any problems regarding your... 'accidental time travel'?" He asked the time displaced robot.
"Negative. This unit is capable of maintaining independent control, regardless of placement and..." Xyron-76 seemed to pause for a second and then said, "...temporal displacement."
"Right. Anyway..." Dohnaseek said, nodding in understanding, "In case you forgot-"
"This unit is incapable of forgetting unless thorough system maintenance are inquired in this unit's database."
"-In case you forgot..." Dohnaseek stressed it out with the annoyance of being interrupted, "This is the 21st Century, meaning that everyone here would freak out when they see you so..." The Fallen Angel then give Xyron-76 a look over and said, "Why don't you stay out of sight before you could waltz around and cause everybody you meet to panic."
"Affirmative. Citizen designation Dohnaseek has no worries for this unit comes with perfect camouflage system to prevent increase stress level of mass population." Xyron-76 responded to him.
"Okay..." Dohnaseek said in slow understanding, "Well, if you're that capable, then why don't you lose that robot speak of yours? If you want to hide, make sure you should act normal, before people would see you like a weirdo."
"Affirmative. This unit shall update speech pattern through rerouting vocabulary tone and commencing mimicking of voice modulation." Xyron-76 said as it explained about what it is about to do.
"Right. Anyway..." Dohnaseek then decided to speak up and said, "And if you're done with your venture here, why don't you come to the abandoned church if you're able? It'll be your new home if you want to, that is."
"Understood. This unit has heard and catalogue citizen designated Dohnaseek into database. Once finished updating infiltration protocol, this unit shall commence to your reported designation of location." Xyron-76 said to Dohnaseek.
"Okay then..." Dohnaseek said as he walk away as he nudged Raynare, Kalawarner and Mittelt to follow him, which while reluctant, nonetheless conceded as they follow him, "Hope to see you, Xyron. And if you're really able, you can't miss a church here."
"Understood." Xyron-76 said as it is left alone by the Fallen Angels who look back at the robot again and after it is finally out of reach, they began their discussion.
"Remind me again why didn't bring that sentient junk to our home?" Raynare said in regards to Xyron-76 and not bringing him in.
"Because the last I wanted is to have an easy way to the afterlife. What is that thing has some 'exterminate anyone not human' stuff or something? What if in the future that angels, devils, us and everything supernatural are gone, all because of that thing?"
"You think that thing can destroy us?" Kalawarner asked in a doubtful tone.
"Hey, I didn't stay alive just by being stupid. And that goes for you too, Raynare, no matter how much you try to deny it." Dohnaseek said, glaring at Raynare.
"You calling me a coward, Dohnaseek?" Raynare accused him as she glared.
"Whatever..." Mittelt said a bored tone before saying, "So we left a robot to his business in this town where it'll either make every human panic seeing him or something worse will happen. Is that even a good idea, Dohnaseek?"
For Dohnaseek to be honest, it was just a spur of the moment as he panicked at the uncertainty of it all and all he can answer to Mittelt is, "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Raynare just scoff and said, "Whatever. Let's just go home. We have plans for that brat at the academy and some sentient junk like this Xy... Xyl... Xilio... Whatever that thing's called is not our problem."
"Honestly, if God is alive, then hope your words aren't tempted, Raynare." Dohnaseek said as the Fallen Angels walk away while Xyron-76 still stand at the the park, hearing and understanding what the citizen designated as Dohnaseek said as it looked inward, analysing of what he is about to do since his time displacement.
Well, that's all done and if you read this chapter, then yes, it is one of those Highschool DxD Stories that has Raynare and her gang being... somewhat good... maybe...
Regardless, I believe that these Character Profiles that I made actually has to go because they kind of blocking my creative liberty to pushed it forward since I do have an idea on what to do with Xyron-76's disguise.
Regardless, take my Character Profile with a grain of salt since it doesn't match what I actually do with the story so as it is nothing more than an excuse to upload a story without making a prologue.
Yeah, I'm lazy like that.
Either way, hope you guys have been good with the story.
If you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below.
As always...
Ciao...
PS: Let me know if what I'm writing is actually correct. I'm trying to make my robot OC independent to venture around the 21st century Earth without being bogged down by just one faction first, such as the Fallen Angels that Xyron-76 first meet.
Let me know if there is any correction I can make that could be more logical and realistic in how I write and I am willing to have support from the comments down below.