It was a cold night in a town long abandoned. A tall man was slowly walking on a cracked and broken road. The man in question wore a long dark brown trench coat, a matching hood, jet black gloves, and a pair of light brown army boots. Under his outermost layer of clothing he wore a plain white t-shirt and worn blue jeans. He was wearing a backpack with a few pots and pans slung onto it as well as a rolled up sleeping bag. He had two holsters which each held a revolver. A large rifle was slung across the man's backpack, the rifle had an engraving that read out Ol' Reliable.

As the man walked through the night, he scanned his surroundings looking for nothing in particular. After walking for about three hours he decided to rest for the rest of the night. He found a site that would be suitable for him to lie down and rest. He began to lay his head down on a makeshift straw pillow he had found, when suddenly he heard a howl but simply ignored it and went to sleep.

His morning was greeted by sunlight beating down on him. He slowly opened his eyes, shielding them from the blaring rays. He started to collect his belongings. Before he fully packed up, he took out a hand mirror he carried around with him. He stared at himself for a long while, looking into his hazel brown eyes, eyeing his long dark brown hair. It reached down to shoulders, the reason for the length of his hair was simple, he had no time to cut it. Every moment of daylight was spent scavenging for food, purified water, and ammunition. Even if he had tried to cut it he would have messed it up somehow. He laughed to himself, thinking of what his life would have been like had he been born in a different time. Maybe it would have been more peaceful, or maybe more violent. He placed the mirror into his backpack and he set off again, walking and scavenging.

By the time the man had finished picking the surrounding area dry, he had about five more hours of sunlight left before nightfall. He found a large pile of rubble to perch himself on top of to get a good vantage point of the surrounding landscape. As he stood there, looking down on the eerily silent town, he thought about what might have happened to the inhabitants of this small area. "Could it have been a gang of raiders?" He asked himself. "Or maybe some of the local wildlife?" He questioned once more. It felt good to hear himself talk, he hadn't spoken in quite a while and made it a goal to speak at least once every two days, solely for his own sanity. For if a man hears no voices in the outside world, he might start to make them up in his head.

People, people were the only thing the man wished to see. He had been traveling for about two years now, and all he saw were skeletons, ruined buildings, and mutated wildlife. It was depressing to say the least. There was a possibility that he was the last person on earth. However small the chance of that being the case, it was still a possibility. The man wanted, no, he yearned for some sort of social interaction. Hell, he could even go for throwing insults at raiders before the inevitable skirmish, but no, he received nothing of the sort.

The man decided to move on, for he thought spending too much time in one place could be dangerous. As he began his lonely meandering once more, he saw a portal appear out of nowhere. He walked up to it and stopped to examine the thing. It had a green outer swirl with a red and blue double helix in the center. He picked up a small rock and threw it at the portal. The portal in turn, swallowed the small rock, making the man cock his head in curiosity. Then he did the one thing he would regret, but later come to appreciate. He touched it.

The Occult Research Club

It was the end of the day and the peerage of Rias Gremory was gathered in the lounge of the clubhouse. Rias thought to herself about what had occurred in the past month, Loki attacking, Issei going crazy after the supposed death of his greatest friend Asia Argento, then coming back to his senses after she was returned safely by the Chaos Brigade, and finally her jealousy causing her to produce her own set of scale-mail and attack Issei.

Currently Rias and her peerage were joined by one of her best friends Sona Sitri, her older brother Sirzechs, and Sona's older sister Serafall Leviathan. They were all celebrating a job well done due to the strenuous month that had just passed, when a portal appeared in the middle of the lounge. The portal was odd in that it had a green outer rim with a blue and red double helix in the middle of it. Serafall, being most cheery of the bunch decided to go and inspect it. When she was about two feet from the thing, she got nailed in the forehead with a small rock, which prompted her to rub the affected area.

"Ow. That really hurt!" Serafall proclaimed in a pout with her cheeks puffed out.

Everyone else had been ignoring the portal till now. As they all turned around to look at the shortest of the great satans, a large Caucasian man was thrusted out of the portal and onto Serafall. She wriggled her way out from under the strange man before getting up and standing next to Sirzechs.

"And who might you be?" asked Sirzechs with a quizzical look on his face. The man simply got up and dusted himself off.

"What are those?" asked Grayfia, pointing to his two holstered revolvers. This prompted all the others in the room to assume battle positions. Sona, Akeno, Rias, Tsubaki, and Rossweisse taking back and prepping their long-range attacks, Asia and Gasper just a few feet in front of them and Xenovia, Irina, Issei, Kiba, and Koneko taking the front line.

The man simply cocked his head at the spectacle, some people with swords, a person with her bare fists and some people behind them had some elements coming from their palms, all glaring at him as if he was the devil himself. He then proceeded to un-cock his head and breath a heavy sigh. This surprised everyone else in the room.

As he opened his mouth to speak the room fell eerily silent "Am I really that intimidating? I mean I understand with the guns and all, but come on! It's not like is was trying to kill you." He said in a defeated tone.

"Who are you? What's your name? and most importantly where do you come from?" Sona said in an integrative tone, glaring at the man who tackled her older sister.

"I am a survivor of a great scourge; I don't know my name and I come from a place that is dead." The man said, hanging on the last word as if he was thinking about if that was the right word to use.

"That's not good enough." Sona countered.

"What do you mean it's not good enough? I told you all you know." The man said, slowly raising his voice defensively.

Sona began to materialize a water spear, all the time never taking her eyes off the stranger.

"Sona, stop." All the eyes fell upon Serafall. She began to walk towards the man with tension growing in the room. She stopped just less than a foot in front of the man. "Be careful sis." Sona said to her older sister. Serafall then kissed him on the cheek. This gained a small smile from the man.

"Sir, I would like to talk to you in private." Serafall said to the man.

Serafall looked back at the others and with a playful smile she said "I won't be long!"