Outsider Chronicles; Devils of the Void

There are several things I expected after being hit by a truck, but finding myself in an Anime was not one of them. Add in Fallen Angels falling for me, a perverted best friend and some insane priests and things are likely to get messy. REWRITE!

Helloooo everyone, remember this one? If you don't, Devils of the Void was the first Outsider story I ever wrote. It was fun, zainy...and a complete mess. I threw in crossovers willy nilly, created gaping plot holes and generally didn't think things through. Now however, I've decided to revisit it and see if we can't make things a little less of a mess by making a few important modifications.

ONE! I'm removing a good chunk of the crossovers. I honestly can't remember all the ones I used, but the ones that will remain are DXD (obvs), Warframe and Percy Jackson. I'm also adding another, but that will be mostly limited to just characters. DXD will be the main world, so the others will be modified to fit. Mostly. PJO will mostly get away unmolested. That being said, the Warframe side will be…different to say the least.

TWO! I'm modifying a few powers, most notably Rens Sacred Gear. Instead of being the armour version of Sword Birth, its now none existent and he gets an entirely different power.

THREE! While I still intend to follow the DXD plot to a degree, I do actually intend to include a couple of original arcs. Those should be fun.

Anyway, enough stalling, lets get started! Heee, can't wait!

Chapter 1

Some days are not worth getting out of bed and that particular Monday was definitely one of them. It was the middle of January, so the weather was foul, the air was freezing and the footpaths were slippery. I scowled as I stood under the bus shelter, hands buried deep in my pockets, hood up against the horrid wet rain that managed to get everywhere, no matter what, waiting for a bus that would likely be full of loud brats and smell of damp. Add in a case of the Monday morning blues and it was safe to say I was in a foul mood. When the bus finally arrived it turned out that my prediction was correct and it was indeed full of noisy kids and the smell of damp, in addition to being late.

As I was walking down the road, I couldn't help but wonder what else could possibly go wrong today. As I tempted Murphy, something small brushed past my legs. I glanced down to see a little boy running down the street, laughing happily with his mother playfully chasing after him. a faint smile crossed my face as the scene of childhood innocence passed me by. Right before my mood took a nosedive as I slipped on a patch of ice.

I steadied myself and continued to make my way down the street. I had barely gone a few steps before a scream caught my attention. I turned to see the boy who had ran past me in the middle of the road on his hands and knees, having slipped on a patch of ice, a truck barreling towards him, clearly out of control if the look of horror on the driver's face was any indication. At that moment, my body moved, before I even realized I was moving, I was running towards the boy, ignoring everything else. I reached him and shoved him out from in front of the truck, seconds before it hit.

"Ren, wake up or you'll be late."

"Urg, get lost. Too tired."

A sigh and someone poked my cheek.

"Come on Ren, breakfast is ready!"

I swatted away the poking finger and rolled over.

"REN, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED NOW!"

"WAAH!"

THUMP!

"Thats better, now hurry downstairs for breakfast."

I groaned from my position on the floor as I gave my younger sister a half-hearted glare as she left the room. It had been seventeen years since I had been reborn into the High School DXD world, during which time I had been preparing for when I would get dragged into the story. During that time, most of my memories of my previous life had faded behind the ones of this one, not that I really minded. Sure I missed my original family and friends, but there was no way for me to go back to them, so I might as well make the most of this life.

I sat up, yawning widely, before throwing off my sheet that had been dragged to the floor with me before snagging my dressing gown and heading across the hall to the bathroom for my morning ritual. Once done, I examined myself in front of my full length mirror.

I should probably introduce myself properly, right? My name in this life is Ren Rengouku and I am a tall, slim 17 year old, with pale purple eyes and golden blonde hair I'd inherited from my Mother. I was dressed in the Kuoh Academy boys' school uniform, which consists of a black blazer over a white, long-sleeved dress shirt with black highlights with a black ribbon on the collar, matching black pants, and brown dress shoes. Perched on my nose were a pair of black square rimmed spectacles since it seems that my terrible vision was not something that could be gotten rid of by being reborn.

I sighed before turning and grabbing my bag off the floor and heading downstairs, where I found my younger sister, Gurin putting breakfast on the table. Her hair was tied up into a pair of pigtails with white ribbons and she was wearing a frilly pink apron (that did not suit her at all) over her school uniform with a large ladle in one hand.

"Morning bro," she said, "Sit down and eat or your be late!"

I did as I was told and the two of us enjoyed breakfast and smalltalk, as was the norm for us most mornings.

My school life was...honestly not that interesting. I wasn't a bad looking guy (I know, so modest), but I also wasn't a bishonen like Kiba so, while I wouldn't be surprised if some of the girls had crushes on me (again, so modest), I didn't have to worry about too much attention. It probably didn't help that I was childhood friends with Issei, but having a reputation of being able to reign him in when he went to far certainly helped to mitigate any bad rep occasionally hanging out with him could garner me.

That was probably a good thing since I had to hang around the idiots to have some idea of when Canon got started so I knew when to duck for cover. I doubted I could avoid getting involved completely, but I hoped to at least avoid getting killed. Today was no different, although it was mainly because the bank the Trio were currently occupying was also a good place to read and enjoy the sun.

"LIKE OUR VERY OWN HAREM!" yelled Issei.

"YEAH," yelled Matsuda, "We were gonna have casual unprotected sex with girls and then never call them again!"

I sighed and snapped my book shut causing the three pervs to wince and slowly look around. Apparently, they'd forgotten I was there as well.

"Oh, h-h-hey R-Ren," stammered Issei, "W-we were just..."

"Acting like morons?" I asked, "Honestly, you idiots do know that you'd have a lot more luck with the ladies if you didn't act like complete tools, right?"

The Trio glanced at each other, then Matsuda glanced at his watch and jumped to his feet.

"Oh crap, I'm gonna be late!" he said.

"What? You have plans?" asked Motohama, "Doing what?"

Matsuda paused and gave a thumbs up with a lecherous grin.

"Urg, why do I waste my breath?" I grumbled as all three idiots ran off in search of tits.

"No clue."

I tilted my head back to see the 'Mascot of Kuoh' Koneko Toujou.

She was a petite girl, around 15 years of age, with hazel eyes and white hair with two long bangs going past her shoulders and several loose bangs hanging over her forehead with the back done in a short bob cut. She had a black cat-shaped hair clip on both sides of her hair and was wearing the Kuoh Academy girls' school uniform, without the shoulder cape.

The two of us had become friends through my sister, who was in the same class as the Rook and had managed to make friends with her through their shared hatred of perverts and love of punching things. I will admit to having a slight ulterior motive to making friends with her, what with me being very likely to get dragged into the story events in some way. well, that and I was crushing on her, hard. seriously, if shes cute a character on paper, shes even more so in real life. that crush had resulted in a great deal of teasing from Guren.

"Thanks," I replied, studiously ignoring the fact I could see up her skirt from my position.

Issei was the perv, not me. Plus, pissing of a girl who could stomp my head into jam without any effort was not on my list of things to do. The younger girl moved and sat down next to me. The two of us sat there in silence for a moment before Koneko spoke up.

"The Club President asked me to give you this," said the girl, holding out a small piece of paper. I took it and saw that it was one of the flyers used to summon the ORC members.

"Alright, what's this for?" I asked, a little confused.

Why would Rias give me one of these?

"Not sure, she didn't tell me," was the reply.

I accepted that statement and the two of us went back to sitting in silence before the sound of wood on flesh and the girly screams of a pervert getting punished echoed from over by the female locker room. I sighed and shut my book before getting to my feet.

"Sorry Kitty-cat, but it sounds like duty calls."

Koneko scowled lightly at the nickname, but nodded in reply.

"Give them a smack for me," she said as I walked off.

I found the three idiots holed up near the old school building discussing Rias, something that set off a few alarm bells in my head as that likely meant that things were about to get ugly. However, I didn't let the threat of impending Canon stop me as I walked silently up behind the two none important members of the trio as they went off on a perverted triad, ignoring the rapidly paling face of Issei as he frantically tried to warn them of their impending doom. I stood there, letting them dig an even deeper hole for themselves, before I spoke up.

"Hey guys."

Motohama and Matusuda both flinched at my voice and slowly turned around to see me standing there, a demonic smile on my face.

"You wouldn't happen to be the ones responsible for all that noise down near the Ladys changing rooms would you? Where, if my timing is right, the Kendo club would be changing? The club my sister happens to be a part of?"

My tone indicated that I already knew the truth as I cracked my knuckles. The three pervs stuttered and stammered but the results were the same as the previous three times I had asked in the past week, 18 times in the last month and every other time I had asked them. Screams of pain.

Later, I was leaning against the gate of the school waiting for Guren to show, turning the events of the day over in my mind. Although Issei and his friends were pervs every day of the week, the events today implied that the events of canon were rapidly approaching. The big question was, what should I do? However, before I could come up with an answer, Guren showed up and got my attention by kicking me in the shin.

The next day I still hadn't come up with a plan, although not for lack of trying. I ended up thinking about it till 3 in the morning before saying Fuck it and decided to take each day as it came. In spite of my late night, I was up bright and early to see whether canon was starting as Issei would be showing up with Yuuma if it had. It didn't take me long to reach the crossroads where I would meet Issei and co. When I arrived it was to see Matsuda and Motohama frozen in shock, staring at nothing.

"Hey guys," I said, raising a hand in greeting, "What's up?"

After I got no answer, I waved a hand in front of Matsudas face but failed to get a reaction. I frowned. The only reason I could think of these two being like this was if...shit. Issei now had a girlfriend which meant Canon was starting. Later on before class began, I got confirmation that Issei was indeed dating Yuuma. Well shit, this won't end well.

That night, I found myself unable to sleep. Instead, I lay awake, staring up at the ceiling as my thoughts ran in circles. Up until now, I'd never really considered what my place should be in this world. I knew what was coming, so I could offer help. The problem with that though is that DxD, while having its unpleasant moments, isn't really the sort of story where interference was needed.

On the other hand, that only applied if my presence has not changed anything. The Butterfly Effect was a thing for a reason. It was nearly impossible to tell how my presence would affect things. Maybe if I lived on the other side of the planet, but I was here, in Kuoh, and friends with both Issei and Koneko. Theres no way that wouldn't affect anything. The question is, how much and how badly? Would be being here and not helping when I know I could potentially do so cause things to go badly for the good guys? Would me getting involved cause more problems? Its not like I had any special powers. My family was renowned for their swordsmanship, but Guren was a LOT better than me, and was set to inherit the family Dojo. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't bad, but Guren was a national level prodgody.

I also didn't have a Sacred Gear as far as I could tell. I could be wrong of course since the method of activating them wasn't exactly elaborated on, but I had done a few tests that I'm pretty sure would work and nothing. All things considered, aside from my memories, I was a normal teenaged boy. What could I hope to do to convince Rias to take me in so I could help and without doing that, there was little I could do to help.

"Damn it, what am I supposed to do?" I groaned softly as I closed my eyes.

I had a nightmare. I don't remember the specifics, but I can tell you the gist of it. Imagine every bad end for the heroes of the story you can. Rizer breaking Rias, Kokabeil succeeding in his schemes, Diodora getting his hands on Asia and turning her into a broken doll and so on. Each ending was as horrific as the last and I was forced to watch them all. It was…harrowing to say the least.

Finally, the images faded and I found myself in a shifting void of endless shifting white, curled up in a ball as I tried to get the horrific images to stop. It took a moment for the fact that it had stopped to sink in and I slowly uncurled and pushed myself onto all fours.

"What the fuck was that?" I groaned, "Fucking, I really need to stop thinking so much before bed…"

I opened my eyes and found myself staring down at my reflection that was somehow projected onto the invisible floor I was resting on. I scoffed.

"Oh great, now I get to face my inner darkness or something?" I muttered, then raised my voice, "Hey, if theres something doing this, come on out! I'm not in the mood for games!"

"Ehehehe, all right."

I froze at the unexpected voice and slowly looked down. My reflection was now sporting fiery red eyes and a wide grin.

"GAH!"

I jolted back and scrabbled away as the 'reflection' rose up and stretched.

"Ahhh, been a while since I took a form like this," mused the being as it stretched out its limbs.

That done, it turned its eerie gaze on me and grinned its even eerier grin.

"You seem like you could use a hand Kiddo," it said, holding out said appendage, "Would you like me to help you?"

At that moment, I jolted awake, the dream rapidly fading into the depths of sleep, but leaving me with a deep seated impression that I had just met something that would make my life VERY complicated.

And done. Hoo boy, that was certainly fun. I know its been a fucking long time since I posted…anything really, but I'm hoping to get back to it…maybe. Either way, this is now done, so I get to actually post something this year! Yay.

Anyway, onto the quips!

So, changes to names. I had to change their surname because of the changes to the Lore of Warframe and I liked the sound of that. It was also going to tie into something else I had planned, but I eventually decided that it wouldn't add anything to Rens arsenal. As for Guren, well, if you know what the name translates to, you might be able to guess what I have planned.

I decided I wanted to give Guren some actual set up abilities in this one. Not sure yet if I'll have her get recruited, hell, I'm not even sure if I'll do it with Ren, although having him get involved with some events means it'd be basically required to do so unless I can figure out a work around. Something to think about.

Hmm, I wonder what his dream means? And who our mysterious mirror man might…oh fuck it, if you know Warframe, you can probably guess where I'm going with this. That said, if anyone can guess just what I intend to give Ren to fight with specifically, I will be surprised. That said, heres a clue. Xenovia isn't the only one with an untamed blade any more. That might have made it too obvious…

Anyway, time for me to wrap this up. Lets see what sort of response this gets. Don't forget to leave a review!