Outsider Chronicles: Dimension Lost

Plenty of Parahumans can mess with the fabric of reality. Hell, my sisters one of them. I on the other hand can create entirely new spaces and might have the potential to destroy the world. Fortunately, my power is mostly focused on defence, but it does come with some…interesting implications.

More DXD! This time using Dimension Lost and with an extra bit of fun with connections. I might also do something similar with Annihilation Maker later, we'll see. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1

You know, there are only so many ways life can screw you over. Ending abruptly at the hands of a drunk driver is one of them. Somehow getting you reborn into a world full of monsters and crazy people with superpowers is another. Yeah, I'm not entirely sure how, but I'd somehow ended up getting reborn into the world of Worm. Not fun

Oh for fucks sake, now I know someones messing with me! I hadn't realised it at the beginning since I was a bit distracted with brand new senses, but apparently I wasn't an only child. No, I actually had a twin sister. Named Missy. Yeesh, this is gonna be...messy.

I was completely correct. As it turned out, despite my wishful thinking, having a brother did absolutely fuck all to prevent Missy from Triggering. Honestly, I'm not sure I could have done anything to prevent it considering our Parents were arguing practically every day by this point and any attempts to try and mediate the situation only made things worse. Still, I was rather annoyed with myself when Vista appeared as a member of the Wards a few weeks after Missy and I turned 11. I also wasn't best pleased that no one had thought to inform me that my sister was running around fighting villains, but I guess I was deemed to be in the 'doesn't need to know' column.

Whatever, I could accept that. Its not really like I could do much to actually help after all. You can't force a Trigger and, to be perfectly frank, I didn't want to either. And I had absolutely no intention of attempting to get in touch with Cauldron for the possibility of powers.

That said, my acceptance was put to the test a few months after Vista's debut when I stumbled on some very bloody bandages and clothes one night while taking the bins out. That, combined with Missy very clearly doing her best to hide the fact that she was in a great deal of pain made it pretty clear that she'd had her run in with Hookwolf. That led to me retreating to the attic where I went to avoid the drama between my parents to vent to myself.

"Fucking hell, this is a mess!" I growled as I paced around the small room, "What the fuck am I supposed to do here?!"

Seeing Missy in pain like that had really served to bring the fact that this was all really happening into stark relief. Its not that I thought that this was all a dream or something stupid like that, but some part of me had never truly connected the fact that my sister would, in the not so distant future, fight against some of the nastiest villains in fiction, unkillable Kaiju and a lovecraftian crystal monstrosity that was also the source of her powers. All while I, someone who shouldn't exist, could do nothing but stay on the sidelines because every option I had for powers of my own sucked massive balls and there was no guarantee to actually get anything at all, never mind something useful.

Hell, this frustration was almost enough that I expected to Trigger just from it! Probably with something that would make the situation WORSE knowing this crapsack world.

"Damn it all, why couldn't I have been born somewhere nice and safe?!" I groaned, "Like Bleach or some other Manga where powers actually come from putting some effort in. Fuck, I'd even take DxD at this point!"

I sighed and dropped down onto an old chest that had belonged to my Grandfather.

"DxD huh?" I muttered as I stared down at my hands, "A Sacred Gear sure would be nice right now. True Longinus would probably make short work of the Endbringers…"

I clenched my fists and imagined power welling up in my gut.

"Hell, I'd even take Twice Critical at this point. Anything would be better than being forced to stay on the sidelines…"

I snorted and raised a finger gun, aiming at the wall across from me.

"Easier to access to. All I'd need to do is…bang."

What happened next was the absolute last thing I expected. Instead of looking slightly silly, I felt the 'imaginary' power still building in my gut suddenly surged out and I found myself sat in a thick cloud of purple fog. For a moment, I sat still, completely stunned, before I slowly realized that I could sense everything inside the cloud and that I could do…something with them.

Instead of trying to do anything I didn't understand though, I tried to pull the power back in. In response, the cloud rapidly shrank until I was holding a swirling purple cloud in my hand, staring down at it in disbelief.

"I was kidding," I said weakly.

I flexed my fingers and expanded my cloud again. This would require some experimentation, just to confirm that I did, in fact, have Dimension Lost or just some power that was remarkably similar to the Longinus.

After a few minutes of careful experimentation of the control I had over the cloud (very good), I decided to see if I could teleport objects by experimenting with the junk that was stored up here. I quickly found that yes, I could indeed teleport things through my cloud, both to other locations and to a pocket dimension.

It was while I was pla…PRACTICING with my cloud that I suddenly realized that there was something odd about the chest I was using as a stool. While I could still affect it, it felt oddly…heavy. Not physically, although I'm pretty sure it was full of books, but more…metaphysical.

Curious, I hopped off the chest and knelt down in front of it. It was an old, OLD thing, made of wood and peeling leather, bound with bands of rusted iron. The latch was held shut with a lock shaped like a clock of all things with no sign of a keyhole. Curious, I touched the lock and immediately snatched my hand back as it burned me.

"Ow! What the fuck was that?!" I spluttered.

A moment later, I got my answer as the lock snapped open and the lid of the trunk blew open with a dramatic trumpet sound, a shower of ticker tape and a huge puff of smoke.

"AHHHH, AFTER 500 YEARS, I'M FREE!" proclaimed a deep, German accented voice as a figure sprang from the box, "ITS TIME TO CONQUER EARTH!"

I gaped up at the figure from where I was sprawled out on the floor, trying to fully absorb the sheer…everything I was seeing.

He looked like a middle aged man with long, gelled back hair that was half red, half blue that matched his heterochromatic eyes and a pointed goatee. He was wearing an elegant, white suit, complete with top hat, cape and ice cream themed umbrella that he was thrusting into the air like a sword. He also had pointed ears, visible fangs and a pair of ragged, batlike wings sticking out from under his cape as he posed dramatically on top of the trunk.

There was a long moment of silence where the man held the pose and I just stared in utter shock, before he twitched and cleared his throat.

"Ahem, I said, AHHH AFTER…"

"Yes, I heard you," I said, cutting him off before the situation could get sillier, "Now who the fuck are you?! And why were you in the trunk? And more importantly, why are you quoting children's television from the 90s?"

"Your no fun," said the man with a remarkably childish pout, before he grinned hopped off the trunk, "As for your questions, in order, I am Mephisto Pheles, because I set up an array to summon me if one of my old friends bloodline managed to open the chest and because 90s television is the best thing Humanity has ever created, alongside ice cream and french crepes."

Aaaand I'm back to gaping at him.

"Mephisto…as in the Devil from Faust?" I asked.

Actually, now that I think about it, he did look like the mad clown from Blue Exorcist.

"Thats the one!" said Mephisto, "Old Johann was something of a famous figure in his day."

"Riiight, next question, assuming you aren't some crazy Cape, what does that have to do with me?" I asked.

Mephisto's smile became a touch sharper.

"Ah, now isn't that a good question?" he said, resting a hand on the trunk, "See, this chest belonged to Johann and was where he stored all of his gathered knowledge from the course of his life. He enchanted it so that only someone both from his bloodline and with a talent for Magic could open it."

"How do you even quantify that?" I muttered, "Or is Magic something inborn?"

"Using Magic leaves a mark on the Soul," said Mephisto, "So even knowing a little bit would be enough. You, however, don't appear to have that mark. So, how did you open it?"

I hesitated for a moment. I was becoming more and more convinced that Magic and Myth was a genuine thing in this world, which had some…interesting implications, so logic dictated that telling a Devil I had what might just be a Longinus might be a bad idea. Then again, Mephisto was somewhat outside of the norm, so it might be safe…ish?

On the other hand, Magic and a Longinus would go a long way to letting me help out my sister and I might be able to meet a fuck mothering DRAGON if I ended up joining up with Mephisto, so fuck it.

"It might have something to do with this," I said, holding up a hand and summoning a handful of purple mist.

At the sight of it, Mephistos eyes went very wide.

"Donnerwetter, thats…" he spluttered, his look of mild amusement vanishing fully for the first time, before it returned in the form of a grin that had me back up, "Well now, you ARE an interesting one, aren't you? Tell me, Kleine, what is your name?"

"Georg Biron," I said.

Mephisto's eyes gleamed at the mention of my name.

"Ah, you even share a name with the old man," he said, "Hmm…"

He stepped forwards and forced my head up with the tip of his umbrella, before slowly walking around me, making me feel like a damn show horse.

"Um…"

Before I could ask what he was doing, the Devil stopped in front of me and grinned.

"Alright, I've made my decision," he said, planting his umbrella between his feet and leaning forwards, shit eating grin firmly in place, "You will join my organisation and become my apprentice."

I gaped at him for a moment, before shaking my head.

"Not a chance," I said.

"Oh, you don't need to worry, I'll deal with everything," said Mephisto, completely ignoring my refusal, "Not to worry, we'll soon have you trained up into a Magician your ancestor would be proud of!"

"What? No, wait!"

The Devil completely ignored me as he vanished in a puff of sweet smelling smoke, leaving me talking to empty air. A moment later, there was a crash as several items that had been floating unnoticed hit the ground, followed by the sound of running footsteps. I looked around with a frown, before it suddenly hit me that during that entire conversation, time had apparently been paused.

"Why do I get the feeling that this whole thing is going to bite me in the ass?" I muttered, right before the attic door slammed open and my Mother came sprinting in, already fretting over a presumed injury.

"So, what exactly happened last night?" asked Missy the next morning over breakfast, "I heard a loud crash and Mom looked downright hysterical. I half expected her to drag us to the hospital."

"I just knocked some stuff over in the attic," I grumbled around my toast, "It wasn't even anything heavy. She massively overreacted."

"Thats Mom," said Missy, before wincing as she reached for the syrup.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Y-yeah, I just…slept wrong," said Missy, not meeting my eyes.

I twitched slightly at the blatant lie, but didn't say anything. With any luck, I'd soon have the ability to do something to keep something like this from happening again.

Breakfast continued in silence for a few more minutes, before Mom entered the kitchen with the post, an odd look on her face.

"Georg, theres a letter here for you," she said, "From Immaculata."

I blinked.

"Wait, what?" I said, "You mean the rich kids school? Why have they sent me a letter?"

"Apparently, you've won a scholarship there," said Mom, "I didn't even know you'd done anything to manage that. There are even transfer papers here."

"WHAT?!"

I jumped up and snatched the letter, ignoring Moms protests, and scanned the letter. Sure enough, I'd apparently somehow won a spot at the private school and would be transferring in, starting…TODAY?! What the actual fuck?!

Then I got to the bottom of the letter and saw the name of the Principle. Johann Faust V. That meant…

"Son of a bitch, I was right!" I muttered, "This DID bite me in the ass!"

Well, thats a weak ending, but still viable and I kinda wanna share this.

I actually originally intended for the MC to just have Dimension Lost, but then I started writing Mephisto on a whim and was hooked. Besides, as strong as it is, Dimension Lost lacks direct combat usage. I don't intend for Georg to suddenly be throwing around high level Magic for a bit, but he will learn enough to be able to fight directly.

I have to admit, writing Mephisto was fun. In case you can't tell, hes mostly based on the Mephisto from Blue Exorcist since there isn't much on DXD Mephisto, other than the fact that he doesn't like being given orders. Which still fits BE Mephisto to a T.

Can DXD Mephisto fuck with time? No idea, but this is pretty much just the DE one at this point, so fuck it, he can now! Besides, it means I can have some fun once I do an inevitable interaction between the Wards and Magicians.

Yes, this is a full crossover and there are some differences to canon, which I'll go into in the future.

I don't know why, but the idea of an apparently Catholic school being a front for a Magicians Association, headed by an actual Devil tickles me. It also strikes me as something Mephisto would absolutely do.

And with that, I'm going to leave this here. Don't forget to leave a review on the way out!