Chapter 461 - My SI Stash #61 - Dream Out Loud by Jackie Avocado (DxD) (1/2)
-An exorcist from the Vatican in DxD... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Synopsis: Isaiah is an exorcist of the Vatican, unknown to all, he's actually a reincarnation from another world with this one as an anime. Now if only he could remember it... or realize just how much he's changed things for better or worse. (Kiba SI)
Rated: M
Words: 11K
Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/13776657/1/Dream-Out-Loud (Jackie Avocado)
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Chapter 1
This was Great Red, the Apocalypse Dragon, the True Red Dragon God Emperor, True Dragon, and the Dragon of Dragons, etc.
He was the most powerful being in the universe of Draconic Deus, DxD. None could match his might except for those outside of this reality. Like some of the denizens of Evie Etoulde, ExE.
Today - or tonight, this place didn't exactly have a sun or moon - was just like any other. Peaceful, quiet - except for Great Red of course - and filled with a non-stop string of sick tricks.
Then the mighty dragon sensed it, something had slipped into the Dimension Gap. Not completely unusual, as some little shits had been trespassing onto his home lately. They didn't bother him so he let them be, no scales off his back.
This time it was just a single individual, a human at that. No power to his name, nothing special about it at all, not even any protection to stave off the effects of the Gap like the weaklings usually needed.
The dragon feared by all of DxD carried on, not giving the insignificant human that would die in seconds another thought.
...Or so it would seem.
An hour later, and it was still there, still floating. Almost like it was mocking him for his expectations for the damnable human to be snuffed out like a flickering candle.
Finally exciting his curiosity and irritation, the Apocalypse Dragon investigated this human that so brazenly let itself into his domain.
”You've got to be shitting me...” He let out a huff as he saw it. ”This weakling is barely even holding himself together.”
It was a soul, a human soul. Not even a body, just a blue flame-like mass floating in the void. Nothing special about it. But as the reality of the Dimensional Gap itself tried to rip it to pieces, it refused, struggling against the overwhelming and impossible odds. Biting, scratching, clawing for any bit of ground it could get against the unstable plane of existence, and it had been doing so for an hour.
”A little shit, but an impressive little shit, I'll give you that.” The red dragon begrudgingly complemented.
The soul didn't respond. Of course it didn't, it didn't have a body to comprehend the world around it; couldn't see or hear, but it could feel the pain of its soul being pulled apart.
Great Red brought up one of its giant claws, o_b_s_c_e_n_ely-sharp things that dwarfed even the mightiest of his lesser brethren, and poked the human soul, using his powers to protect the human soul from the destructive effects of this dimension.
”Now, what makes you tick, little human?” Great Red proceeded to look through the soul's memories, and almost immediately he was disappointed. ”Great, another one of you little f_u_c_kers.”
The human soul, a male whose name the dragon didn't care to learn, was from a universe outside of his. Specifically, a world where his universe was a light novel and other forms of media.
Great Red had seen this before; he'd used his powers to peer into parallel realities.
It was usually paranoid idiots obsessing over power, and manipulating those around them as easily as they breathe. Dumbasses that had their lives turned into RPGs -cause the f_u_c_k_i_n_g nerds needed numbers to reassure them of how badass they were- made even worse when they got all existential about the whole Gamer's Mind thing. F_u_c_k_i_n_g Jumpers, those CYOA f_u_c_kers, and f_u_c_k that whole Waifu Catalog thing especially.
To a dragon… no to the pinnacle of dragons; beings who represented power and status...
It was…
His golden eyes blazed with rage. ”...Disgusting.”
The greatest of dragons growled at the soul, his hand closing around it ready to put the thing out of its misery. But he stopped when he realized something.
This soul wasn't special.
It had nothing attached to it that most of these Outsiders had. No Gamer, no untouchable Company, nothing.
...Nothing but balls and willpower.
”Hmph, you do have something worth respecting after all.”
The soul's mind had been quite informative, while the little shit had never read the lights novels, he'd seen the first three seasons of the anime and wiki dived the site on a semi-constant basis and regularly got into discussions and debates about world-building and the like.
He brought his attention back to the human soul.
The human wasn't the smartest person in the room, but he was far from the dumbest. Creative, resourceful, able to think outside of the box, and from what he was seeing now, he had a will that could take him far. Not to mention one of the most Chaotic Good little shits he'd ever had the p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e of meeting.
This could be an opportunity, an investment worth his time.
With a quick swipe of his claws, he made a small gash on his wrist, a tiny amount of blood spilling from his veins. Great Red willed the blood into the human soul. The change was near-instant; blue flames had turned into a blazing red inferno, the soul of a dragon. A dragon sired by Great Red himself.
”Don't think of this as some cheap hand out, brat!” He addressed the soul differently than before, it now shared his blood, as such it was kin. ”If you can't make it work for you, then you weren't worth my f_u_c_k_i_n_g time- you weren't worth this world's f_u_c_k_i_n_g time.”
Issei and his Oppai Dragon shtick was funny and all, but shit was going to hit the fan sooner or later, and he needed something a bit more.
He needed an absolute f_u_c_k_i_n_g mad lad.
The Dragon of Dragons poked the soul again, removing most of its memories of Highschool DxD, leaving him with vague memories of this world being an anime. If he needed metaknowledge to thrive then he wasn't worth shit.
Great Red's sight saw beyond the Dimensional Gap and onto Earth. Its eyes cycling through many of the major players in the coming times until he locked onto a particular newborn blonde in Italy.
”You want power? Earn it. You want a harem of beautiful women? Earn it. You want to be left in peace? F_u_c_k_i_n_g earn it. You figure out some kind of cheat? Go for it. At least you didn't need someone to hold your f_u_c_k_i_n_g hand like a delicate little flower.” He shot the soul out of the Dimensional Gap and into the newborn. ”You've got everything you need to succeed, so the next time you stand before me I better be f_u_c_k_i_n_g impressed.”
[-]
Bayonetta OST - The Gates of Hell
Sona Sitri was a young bespectacled woman with a slim figure, black hair styled in a short bob cut and violet eyes. She was the student president of Kuoh Academy, and the heir to the Sitri Clan.
She tapped a button on her phone and voicemail began playing.
[Hello, Miss Sitri, my name is Isaiah, no last name, unfortunately. I am an exorcist of the Vatican, and I am calling to inform you ahead of time that I will be arriving in Kuoh in the coming week on official business from the Vatican.] The voice from her phone was polite, unlike how the Church usually conducted its diplomatic business. But two things were clear; he was male and he spoke Italian.
[You see there-] He was cut off.
[Hey, Isaiah, what are you doing?] There was a slight pause in the new person's voice. [Where did you get a phone from?]
[Dulio, homie, kind of in the middle of something here.]
[And that is?]
[Informing the devils of Kuoh that the party animal that is yours truly is coming in is coming to town.] The tone of Isaiah's voice had changed, a bit chipper, seemed like he had an almost devil-may-care attitude.
[Why didn't you just send them a letter?]
[Because letters can be easily intercepted, and besides, we're not in World War I, we ain't in the trenches, we have technology.]
[Is that why you billed three rice cookers to the Vatican as a business expense?]
[Nah, I felt like pissing people off that day.]
[And the grenade launcher?]
[Listen, I am a proud exorcist-]
[That's debatable.]
[...and I have served the Vatican faithfully for years.]
[Also debatable.]
[As such, I think I am entitled to my Holy Grenade Launcher of Antioch.]
[You named it?]
[Yes, now get out of my room before I dunk on you.]
[You bastard.]
[In front of the kids.]
[You sick bastard. Alright fine then, you've got cooking duty today, got it?]
[Got it.]
The sound of footsteps could be heard and then the closing of a door.
[Alright, Miss Sitri, I'll cut to the chase and be as transparent as possible. Recently, the nun known as Asia Argento, the current wielder of the Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing, for the offense of using it to heal a devil.] He let out a long sigh. [She was tricked into doing it, but the higher-ups aren't hearing it since they care more about protecting the status quo than actually practicing what they preach. I know, it's dumb and I hate it. Which leads us to now-]
Sona sighed as the voicemail cut off and moved onto the next one.
[Sorry about that, reached the time limit. Alright, Michael made a deal with Azazel in exchange for Asia's safety, and for some reason, the location for this exchange changed and we can't get in contact with Azazel… meaning he probably broke his phone again, or shenanigans abound. Personally, I think it's both. What we should both be worried about is that the new location of the exchange is in Kuoh, a place where the sisters of two Satans live. Now I'm not saying that the devils are dumb enough to try something, but I am saying that the Vatican and Grigori totally are.]
[If there are any Fallen or Vatican forces already in Kuoh then be very suspicious and keep on your guard. I suggest alerting the Satans as soon as possible, because if the worse case scenario that's pieced itself in my mind is anywhere in the ballpark, Kokabiel, a ten-winged fallen angel that you don't f_u_c_k with unless you're Satan level, is probably responsible for this.]
[Now, where do I fit into all of this? I've been assigned as Asia's bodyguard by Michael, and from what he's told me, he's made contact with your sister, Serafall, about the current state of events, and by extension, Cthulhu willing, the other Satans as well. With that said, I apologize for the inconvenience and unwanted stress. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact me.]
And with that, the voicemail stopped, and Sona looked at the woman next to her. She was a beautiful girl seemingly in her late teens with black hair, tied into twin tails and blue eyes. She had a child-like body, albeit with rather large b_r_e_a_s_ts, and wore a pink frilly magical girl costume.
This was Serafall Leviathan, one of the four Satans, a ruler of the Underworld. A woman so powerful she could freeze a country a dozen times over.
”Hmmm, I see.” She nodded. ”So you didn't call Levi-tan to confess your undying love,” Crocodile tears streamed down her face. ”As always, So-tan is so cold!”
She was also a bit of a loon.
Sona rubbed the bridge of her nose. ”Sister, please take this seriously. Do you know this… Isaiah?”
The Satan nodded, grinning brightly. ”We met about a year back in Kyoto, he got arrested by the local Youkai population for trespassing since Michael forgot to send the memo that he was being sent there to take care of a few errands. Fun guy, he agreed to be on my show if he ever gets excommunicated.”
Sona raised an eyebrow. ”Anything Rias and I should know about him?”
”Well, he's a low-tier exorcist and has one of the few recorded instances of someone possessing two Sacred Gears at the same time; Sword Birth and Blade Blacksmith.”
Sona's eyes widened. ”Then that means he can make both holy and demonic blades at will! How is he a low-tier exorcist?”
”Levi-tan thinks the higher ups in the Vatican feels threatened by the fact he gets most of his orders directly from Heaven itself, so they keep his rank low to make his influence more… controllable.”
Sona sighed. ”So they're actively sabotaging what is basically one of their greatest assets.”
Serafall shrugged. ”Old men in silly hats scared of losing power, you know how the story goes.”
”And have you gotten this message from Michael?”
She nodded. ”Of course So-tan, I received a verified letter from Heaven just yesterday. His story checks out. This magical girl's already informed the other Satans!” Serafall's head shot up as she remembered something important. ”Oh! One more thing So-tan.”
”Hmm?”
”Isaiah… he's a troubled boy. Really nice and has no problem with devils or any other species unless they're genuinely causing problems, but very troubled.” Serafall said worriedly, her face more serious. ”He gets this thousand-yard-stare every now and then, it's a look I've only seen in war veterans and those who've gone through extremely traumatic experiences.”
Sona's eyes narrowed. ”And considering the laundry list of skeletons in the Vatican's closet...”
The mood turned somber. ”Yeah, I could tell from the moment I saw him. He's barely holding himself together. Levi-tan knows she can trust So-tan, but please don't be too aggressive with him, alright? He's… he's been good to us.”
Sona blinked. ”How so?”
Serafall grinned brightly. ”He's the one that exposed the Naberius Clan's scheme to make artificial Super Devils to overthrow the current government, and cleared Kuroka-chan's name.”
All sound in the room stopped as Sona processed those words. Her eyes widening as she began to comprehend them.