Chapter 431 - My SI Stash #31 - Peace Was Never An Option by Lord_0f_Winter (DxDXLoveIsWar) (2/2)
”I have no idea what you're talking about? I fail to see how this is related to you eating the whole cake that I had bought for myself yesterday and then trying to blame it on poor Megumi-chan.” Oh, Valerie, you can be such a petty little bitch sometimes.
”Fine, fine. What can I do to make it up to you?”
”Hmm, how about you let me drink some of your blood today? Shall we say, about 1 cup?”
”Is that what you were after the whole time?” I shook my head hearing her humming a tune. ”You'll be the death of me someday, you know that?”
”Oh, how could little ol' me be the death of the big, bad Vanishing Dragon?”
”Ha ha, very funny. Anyway, I'm gonna sort this out and go home. Everything okay? I thought you said you were busy?”
”Did I ever say I was busy? Do you have physical evidence that can prove beyond a doubt that I said I was busy?” Oh for f_u_c_ks sake Valerie.
”Sometimes, I can't help but hate you,” I growled. What even was the point of this back and forth?
”Yeah, yeah, you know that isn't possible.” Why did I even take her in? Oh, right. I was preventing the beast of the apocalypse from being released. ”Anyway, you left your motorbike behind, so I'm just gonna go take it for a spin, maybe buy some clothes on the way home. Bye bye~”
She didn't even let me say anything and just hung up.
At this point, I can't even be bothered to get mad.
[I think this is what they call being whipped, Ryu-kun. A most shameful display for a Heavenly Dragon.]
'You have no right to talk about shameful displays. You've been nothing but a sentient pair of wings for over two thousand years! How's that been working out for you?'
[Why you little-]
'Now if you mind, I have a crime scene to clean up.'
-------PWNAO-------
It's been 17 years since I died as Marcus Brigg and woke up as Shiroi Ryu in an anime world.
At first, I thought I was in a normal world living a second life. I thought I had reincarnated as a result of some Buddhist karmic cycle of rebirth.
That failed to explain why I had wings with an overpowered dragon locked up inside.
I was 8 at the time, my sister Megumi was 5, and we were playing with some children at the park when the ball we were all playing with got kicked too hard and went over the fence and into the road. My sister, being the innocent child she was at the time, went to get it as she was the closest. What she didn't know was that there was a car turning onto the street headed straight for her.
Mum, judging by her shrill screams, was absolutely terrified. Most of the other kids didn't really understand what was going on. But me? I was running before I even knew what was going on. I got to her just in time to push her out of the way, but couldn't get out of the way myself.
I thought that was it for me, that I would die by getting run over yet again, and I was prepared to go then and there. Even though I hadn't known her for long, I had come to truly love and cherish the new family I was born into.
So one could imagine my surprise when I didn't return to that abyss I had come to understand as death, but somewhere completely different.
-------PWNAO-------
My eyes were blinded by all the light as I tried to open them. So much white light everywhere. Was this it? Did I finally get into heaven?
Once my vision adjusted, I found myself in front of an ornate wooden door around 10 feet tall. The azure carpet I was standing on looked more expensive than the yearly salary I used to earn in my previous salary.
”My lord, we must hurry and begin your ascension to the divine throne.” A man appeared behind me that could be nothing other than some super fancy knight. He had this ornate, shining silver armour with a luscious scarlet cape. There were highlights of gold dotted all across his body. At the centre of the b_r_e_a_s_tplate, there was a crowned white dragon with piercing blue eyes.
In the reflection of the armour, I saw my face. I had the white hair and red eyes of my second life, but where my hair was originally short, it was now flowing down to my shoulders. My eyes seemed aged and haunted somehow. There was a cool looking scar running from just above my right eyebrow straight down to the middle of my cheek. Just beneath that, there was a well-groomed white Hollywoodian beard that I hadn't been expecting at all. My features were very sharp, my body was unexpectedly tall and I was built like a brick house.
My outfit was something straight out of an anime. A long, white tunic with golden threads and buttons under a long, floor-length cape of black on the outside and royal blue on the inside. There was a golden chain from my lapel to my shoulder, where it met one of my shoulders. On my feet were knee-high leather boots that met airy white pants. There was a depiction of a blue dragon on the side of my tunic extending from my hip to my knee.
Change my eye colour, give me some renaissance style curls and change the colour of my outfit and I would be indistinguishable from Charles zi Britannia. Now there was a thought.
Did I become some a_d_u_l_t gar version of myself?
Wait a minute! Lord? Ascension? Divine Throne? Wasn't I meant to be going to heaven?
Before I could ask him anything, he had already opened the doors before me, revealing an open-air chamber. Calling it a chamber was a bit too much. Rather, it was a platform completely suspended in the sky. There were white fluffy clouds around it and nothing but the sun above. On the platform were what looked like hundreds of thousands of people all looking at me with awe and wonderment in their eyes.
Along the middle was a blue carpet that went up the ornate stairs at the end of the platform and led up to a golden throne at the top. Beside the throne was a man that looked exactly how I remembered I looked like in my last life, back when I was still Marcus with black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing priestly robes that, funnily enough, had a white a blue dragon in the middle. In the background, I could hear orc_h_e_s_tra instruments playing a theme that I knew was a Lannister one from Game of Thrones.
Not knowing what else to do, I schooled my features and made my way up to the throne. At the top, with nothing but the sun above me, I looked down at the crowd and felt intimidated by the fervent looks in their eyes. Is this the look of a fanatic? How could anyone be able to inspire such devotion from people?
Previous me stood before me with a crown in his hands. It was a black grown with red and gold gems embedded into it. He smiled at me reassuringly as he raised the crown to just above my head, but it did nothing to quiet the unease in my gut.
”I now proclaim the Supreme Ryuu of the Shiroi Clan, First of His Name, King of the Gods and Devils, Grand Ruler of all Dragonkind, Lord of the Nine Worlds and Protector of all the Realms. Long may he reign!”
”Long may he reign!”
”Long may he reign!”
The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, but then they all began to fade away. The fancy clothes and the crown disappeared like ash in the wind, and all that was around me began to fade to black, leaving me alone in the void.
”What is this place? Where am I? What the heck is going on!?” Is this it? Am I back in the void? Will I be here for an eternity again?
[Kukuku…]
”Who's that!? Where are you!? Show yourselves!” Why was there a voice in the darkness? Am I not alone?
[I'm right next to you.]
The voice came from my left. Turning around, I was face to face with a gods be damned dragon. There was nothing else to call it. From where I was, I couldn't even see the top of its head.
”D-d-d-dragon!” I stuttered and fell to the floor, completely shocked. A dragon! What in the actual f_u_c_k!?
[It gladdens me that a weak people such as yours remember how to act before me even after all these years. I have been trying to reach you for some time now, but you were too weak to even hear my voice.]
”What are you on about!? Talking to me!? What's that meant to mean!? Dragons aren't meant to exist! You're a fairy tale! A myth! A story told to children!”
[Hehe. Believe as you wish. I only came to greet the partner with whom I shall fight alongside. I have seen all that you have, and I know that deep down, you understand what it is I speak of, or at least you will once you awaken.]
Awaken? I'm not dead? How? Whahuh?
[Hear me and rejoice, little human. You have the honour of being the host of me, Albion the White Dragon Emperor.]
White Dragon Emperor? It can't be. That was an anime.
”Wait, are you-”
-------PWNAO-------
I didn't even get to finish speaking before I abruptly woke up in a hospital bed with mom and Megumi sleeping by my legs. Feeling my movement, they both woke up and drowned me in hugs and kisses, after which a doctor came in and reprimanded them for their display of affection that may have caused me bodily harm.
Turns out, the doctors were all baffled by what they called a miraculous rate of recovery. I had had multiple broken bones and several fragments of glass and bone embedded in various places across my internal body. And yet, somehow, my body had completely recovered within the span of 6 months, for which I was in a coma, leaving behind nothing but an assortment of scars across my body. They asked me if I knew why my regeneration was so formidable and I told them that I had no clue what was going on, but deep down, I had a feeling this was related to Albion somehow. I also knew from that moment that I was in Highschool DxD. And that I had Divine Dividing.
Here I was, a man in the body of a child, in a world that I knew only as an ecchi harem shounen anime with undertones of torture, ****, slavery and genocide beneath the rose-tinted glasses of the protagonist's o_b_s_c_e_n_e perversion and his pursuit to fondle the finest b_r_e_a_s_ts in all the land. Inside me was the soul and power of one of the strongest beings in existence. The plot had either already began or would begin in my lifetime and, as the White Dragon Emperor, I would get dragged in eventually.
Not to mention that since I had Divine Dividing instead of Vali, canon was effectively shot to hell. Did Vali even get bullied this time by his dad? Will Rias' peerage be able to take on Kokabiel without Vali's interference? Will Azazel now be tracking me down to try to recruit me? Those were some of the thoughts passing through my head.
I didn't want to be in this world. The only ones who'd want to have to fight for their lives against world-ending monsters are the battle junkies and the clinically insane. I like to consider myself as neither of those and yet here I am. So I'm gonna have to suck it up and take the hits.
As they say, needs must when the devil drives.