Outsider Chronicles: White Dragon of Brockton

When I was reborn into the Worm-verse, I kinda expected to Trigger at some point, if only to ensure that whatever demented ROB stuck me here was entertained. However, I never would have imagined ending up with the power to literally cut my opponents down to size. Still, at least now Lungs not the only Dragon in town. And I'm much more dangerous.

And we're back. Nothing to say other than, enjoy!

Chapter 2

I think it goes without saying, but the aftermath of the attempted robbery was utter chaos. The cops arrived shortly after the reveal that Amy's powers had emerged and started carting away the goons and getting statements from everyone present. Fortunately, everyone had been more interested in keeping their heads down than watching the fight, so no one had actually seen me sprouting wings and throwing around lightning. I wasn't willing to be ousted as a 'Cape' just yet.

Shortly after the cops arrived, the rest of the New Wave showed up, followed by my own parents, resulting in the three of us getting swept up by worried parents and, after being assured that we were all unhurt, rushed us home. I had no doubt that Glory Girl and Laserdream would be debriefed by their families and there would be a discussion about what to do about Amys powers, but I was sent straight to bed by my parents. Good thing to because I was about to conk out. Apparently having an insanely powerful artifact created by a deceased God awaken inside you and using Magic for the first tiem can really take it out of you. As soon as I got home, I fell into bed and slipped into slumber…

Only to find myself floating in empty space with what looked like a massive, white wall in front of me. However, I knew better and looked up to see the massive face of a vast, pure white dragon with blue eyes and golden horns.

"Albion," I said in lue of a proper greeting.

"Hmm, so, you do know who I am," rumbled the Vanishing Dragon as he lowered himself so I no longer had to crane my neck back, "I admit, I did wonder...seeing it in your memories is one thing, but to have it confirmed...truly fascinating."

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure its really interesting for you," I said, "I just want to know what the likelyhood of me running into red-headed Devils is."

Albion snorted.

"Considering that this isn't my homeworld, I'd say pretty low," he said.

"Eh?"

"This world lacks any native supernatural creatures," said Albion, "Myths and stories of old are just that. However, the world you know as Aleph does. I am unsure as to how I crossed the border between the two worlds, but I have a feeling that it may have had something to do with your presence and possibly something the Endbringers or this Cauldron did."

"Alright, so no supernatural nasties," I said, "What about Ddraig?"

Albion gave a toothy grin.

"Oh, my rivel will be around somewhere," he said, "Where one of us goes, the other will follow. His host will likely be the same age as you, or, more likely, younger. Either way, you will not be able to avoid fighting the Red One in the future."

I sighed.

"Fair enough I guess," I grumbled as I crossed my legs, still floating in the void, "I just hope we don't both end up on the same side...that could be awkward..."

"That it would," said Albion.

For a moment, we remained silent, floating in the void, before I spoke up again.

"By the way, I don't suppose you have any other Magic you can teach me, do you?" I asked, "I mean, the lightnings cool, but I could use some more if I'm going to be as good as I possibly can be."

Albion gave me a searching look as he nodded slowly.

"I do, but I won't be able to implant them directly into your mind again," he said, "That was a one time deal."

"Thats fine," I said, "Magic is mostly mental, right? So I should be able to learn it in here."

Albion nodded again.

"Exactly," he said, "I must say, your brighter than most of my Hosts...then again, most of them had teachers for the Mystic arts, so I guess they didn't need to learn from me…"

"Yeah, kinda hard to learn how to use magic when no one even believes in it around here," I said, "So, whats first?"

"The basics," said Albion, "Due to my presence in your body, you will be able to use Magic more akin to how Devils do than most Humans. You won't have it quite as easy as Devils, but you won't need Circles as complex as most Humans either. Lets begin with Norse Magic since that is the simplest for Mortals to master and will serve as a good foundation for the other styles…"

I settled back and listened closely as Albion began my first lesson in the Mystic arts...in my Soulscape, in a world where Superhumans are commonplace and also happens to have a golden man flying around helping people...my life is fucking weird.

The next day dawned bright and early like any other Sunday. I rolled out of bed, yawned, and grabbed my clothes for the day before I headed out to get a shower. However, today was a little different. As I grabbed my clothes, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror in my cupboard and froze. I had always been well built, a combination of good genes, healthy eating and mixed martial arts training from Mum had seen to that, but now I was ripped. I'd gone from barely defined muscles to a six pack, well defined pecs and chiseled arms. I wasn't like a bodybuilder, instead the muscles were the type gained from years and years of training to fight, compact and powerful.

"Albion, what the fucks going on?!" I spluttered.

"Hmm? Oh, you saw that did you?" said the Dragon, "Yeah, I made some...improvements."

"I can see that, but how in the hell did you pull this off in one night!?"

"Simple, MAGIC!"

My eye twitched as I was treated to the mental image of Albion conjuring a rainbow with the word magic made of colourful sparkles flying everywhere.

"Albion…" I said warningly.

"Alright fine, be that way," grumbled the Dragon, "Well, the truth is that the Humans of this world have almost no natural resistance to Magic, a side effect of evolving in a magicless environment. As a result, any magic that affects them directly, whether that be curses, polymorphs or buffs will work for longer and have a far greater affect."

I paused.

"What about Elemental Magic?"

"Thats just conjuration," said Albion, "It might be Magic mimicking an element, but it acts exactly like said element. Tossing a giant rock at someone with Magic won't make them any more squished than if you did the same with a real rock."

"Fair enough," I said, "So, what did you do to me?"

"I enhanced your muscles," said Albion, "Not only that, but you're already undergoing a minor case of Dragonfication."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh don't worry, your not going to turn into a Dragon or anything. Your body's just becoming more like one. Your bones, muscles, respiratory system and so on are all going to become stronger and much more efficient as time goes on. Oh, and you'll be more vulnerable to anti dragon magic and weaponry, but I doubt you'll need to worry about that any time soon."

"Oh...thats alright then," I said, "So long as I don't randomly start growing scales or a tail or something."

"That'll only happen if you somehow activate Juggernaut Drive or sacrifice part of your body to me," said Albion, "And I don't think thats very likely to happen anytime soon."

"Not likely," I muttered.

"Well, if thats everything, I'm going back to sleep."

Without waiting for an answer, Albion cut the connection, leaving me to continue getting ready for my day.

After showering and getting dressed, I headed downstairs in search of food. What I found instead was Carol and Sarah sat at the kitchen table with my tense looking parents sat across from them. I paused in the door. Ah, this was going to be an awkward morning, I could tell. I took a deep breath, plastered a smile on my face and walked into the kitchen.

"Mornin all," I said as I headed over to the teapot.

I wasn't the type who couldn't function without my morning cuppa, but it certainly helped and I didn't want this conversation without some tea in me.

"Sooo, I take it you guys know about what happened yesterday?" I asked as I poured a cup and added sugar and milk.

"That you triggered?" asked Dad, "Yes, Carol and Sarah told us."

I sighed and turned back around, leaning against the counter with my tea in my hands.

"Well, you certainly didn't waste any time," I said.

"Its better not to wait when it comes to new Capes," said Carol.

"Hmm…" I said, "I suppose you have a point there. So, what now?"

Mum sighed.

"Well, as much as I'd rather you not put yourself in harms way, I know you better than that," she said, "There's no way you're not going to use these new powers of yours to help. So…"

"I'm not joining the Wards," I said, "There is no way in hell I'm putting my powers anywhere near that bunch of useless morons."

"You know, I've never quite managed to figure out why you don't like the PRT," said Dad, "They do a good job…"

"Then why are people like Lung, Kieser and Hookwolf still on the streets?" I growled, "And don't give me that bullshit of not being able to take them down. How hard would it be for Alexandria or Legend to come down for the weekend to take out the trash? Nope, until they pull their finger out and actually do their jobs, I ain't joining them."

"Well, when you put it like that…" grumbled Dad.

"Your not going out on your own," said Mum.

"Don't worry Lily, we actually had another reason for coming," said Sarah, interrupting the family drama.

All three of us looked over at the two New Wave members. Carol didn't look to pleased by something, but Sarah was doing her best to hide her amused smile.

"Oh? What would that be?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to offer you a place in the New Wave," she said.

I blinked. Well, that was unexpected.

"Er…"

Sarah smiled and apparently predicted what I was going to say.

"We normally wouldn't make an offer like this, but considering you've been friends with our kids for years, you saved both of them and you've never hidden your distaste for the PRT, I figured it was the best option," she said, "Either that or you go solo and give your mother a heart attack."

I shivered as Mum fixed me with a fearsome glare. Hey, I might technically be a Dragon now, but I'd only been aware of that for about half a day. Thats nowhere near enough time to build up the confidence that any White Dragon Emperor worth its salt should have. Besides, Mum was fucking scary sometimes.

"I take it I wouldn't be putting up a mask, would I?" I asked.

"No," said Sarah flatley, "If you join New Wave, you'll be expected to follow the same rules as the rest of the team...or at least make an effort to look like you are."

I had a feeling that was directed at Glory Girl. I lent back against the counter as I took a sip of tea and considered my options. Really, I only had two. There was no way I'd become a Villain and there was even less chance of me ever joining the PRT. I knew what they were capable of and I didn't want anything to do with a group who'd send an innocent girl to hell on earth for what amounted to a mistake just to make it seem like they could beat scary Masters. That said, I also didn't want to go solo. There was no doubt that I had the potential to become one of the strongest Heroes on the face of the planet, not when I had a power strong enough to kill God at my fingertips, but I had no illusions that I was nowhere near that point yet. Magic was like a muscle, I needed time to build up my reserves and power. Right now, my lightning wasn't that much more powerful than a taser, fine for normal thugs, but pretty damn useless against someone like Lung. My Divine Dividing could help mitigate that weakness a little, but it was just a crutch. I didn't want to have to rely on my Sacred Gear for every fight and that meant I needed a team. Plus, the idea of hiding behind a mask didn't really appeal to me.

Maybe it was the Dragon in me or maybe it was my own ego, but the idea of hiding my powers behind a mask and a stupid name was anithmia to me. Oh, I'd probably take a codename, but a mask? Until I achieve Balance Breaker, not bloody likely!

"Sounds alright to me," I said, cutting across the argument between my mother and Sarah that had apparently been going on while I was lost in thought.

"Wha...but Vali...!" started Mum.

"Mum, if you don't want me going out on my own, its really the only choice," I said, "I will NOT join the Wards, no matter what."

Mum hesitated, before she deflated and nodded.

"Alright, fine," she grumbled, "I know better than to argue when you get like this anyway…"

"Great, in that case, shall we go?" asked Sarah.

"Now?" asked Mum.

"Well, we need to get some idea of what he can do," said Sarah, "Not to mention figuring out a name and costume…"

"Um, actually, I've already got a name," I said, drawing attention back to me.

"Oh?"

I smiled and summoned my wings. Everyones eyes went wide at the sight of the Sacred Gear.

"Call me Albion."

And with that, I'm done. Yep, I made him a member of New Wave and Albion is actually a decent Magic teacher. What? How else was I supposed to teach him how to use Magic?

I chose to have him join the New Wave for a few reasons. First point, as mentioned, although he has the potential to easily become the strongest living being on Earth Bet (well, until some folks from Aleph show up to cause trouble), he needs time to reach that point. A lot of time. DXD Vali has the advantage of being half Devil and a descendant of the original Lucifer, but this Vali is 100% Human. No surprise reverlations of him actually being a demigod or something silly like that. Until he reaches that point, he needs someone to watch his back and fuck joining the Wards!

And with that, I am done! Don't forget to leave a review on the way out!