Prologue

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Men are naive dreamers by nature. They dream for bigger and better things, even if those are far beyond their grasp.

This has been proven so many times through out the course of human history where many men have done amazing, and at times horrible, things for the sake of their dream.

If his motivation is solid and his resolve is strong, a man will endure any hardship just to achieve his goals.

Naturally, not everyone is fortunate enough to grasp such a future. After all, men that follow their dreams are mere gamblers in an extremely high stakes casino. They win some, they lose a lot.

Believe it or not, not even the beings of higher existence are immune to this mundane philosophy.

This is the main reason why so many died in the three way battle royal between Angels, Fallen Angels and Devils.

But that is all in a past long forgotten.

Nowadays, the world has been much more peaceful and an infinitely more entertaining place. No matter where you look, there is always something you never seen before.

"One might think that us higher beings arent needed anymore" thought the teenager as he walks the street while lugging a fairly big survival back pack.

The teenager dons a short light brown hair, clear silver eyes and a physique you would normally find in a young man who has lived his life on the mountains. Just by looking, it is obvious that he isnt Japanese, but if asked for his nationality, he would not be able to reply. He doesnt know what he doesnt know.

Based on his current appearance of a blue demin pants with lots rips in it and his AC/DC shirt which he acquired when he spotted it flowing down a river, most people would think of him as some kind of a punk or delinquent.

As an example, most of the people he walked by gave him a look of disgust.

"It's not like I want to look like this... This happens to be the last set of semi-clean clothes I have." the teenager complained as he continued his march towards his destination.

His destination: a certain apartment that belonged to an old acquaintance and friend.

His reason: pretty much just like every other celestial/infernal being... To have fun.

Okay, maybe that's not the right way to put it.

In the long forgotten past, he was too strick, too inflexible, too unforgiving. He was in a position that did not allow any sort of weakness, thus it cant be helped if he ended up becoming such a boring person.

After returning to the land of the living, he found out just how much he was missing. In his great dedication to the fulfillment of his dream, he gave himself tunnel vision and failed to see just how much the world has change.

He then began walking the world, learning and experiencing what a mundane life has to offer. During the course of his travels, he has become many many things except one... A normal teenager.

With not a single currency to his name, he had to work to get by. It was a truly interesting experience if he says so himself, but that didnt change the fact that working at his (physical) age was quite abnormal. Many of his colleagues at different workplaces always said one thing in common:

"A kid your age should be at school!"

Taking the words of his peers into heart, he headed for the only place he knows of where his kind can fit right in... Kouh Academy in Japan

It took him 50 years of traveling (though it's mostly because his curiosity keeps getting him sidetracked) but he was almost there.

After walking into the city, he made his way to a fairly high class looking apartment complex. He headed up to one of the higher floors and knocked on the door of someone he hasnt seen in a very long time.

After 10 minutes of repeated knocking, the teenager loses patience.

"Hey Azazel! I know you're in there! If you dont open up, I'll blow the door off its hinges!" said the teenager as he raised his voice.

A few seconds later, the door unlocks and a tall man in his twenties appeared.

"We havent seen each other in a long time and this is how you greet your old friend? I see that your still as harsh as ever" said Azazel in a laid back manner.

"Save the melodramatics for later" replied the teenager as he rushes into the room. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Ah... Call of nature huh... Second door on the left."

Without a moments pause, the teenager drops his survival bag with a loud thud and rushes to the toilet.

A few seconds later, relief...

After finishing his business, the teenager and Azazel took a seat on the living room.

"Sorry about that. I've been holding it in for a while now" said the teenager with a hint of embarrassment.

"You could have just used one of those public toilets." replied Azazel

"That's true... But you know how it is when you're too excited at something. You complete forget about everything else."

"Ha ha ha. Indeed. I can relate to that. I get too into it when researching on a very interesting subject" Azazel then makes a serious face. "Then let's get to the matter at hand... First off, what should I call you? El-Shaddai? Yahweh? Elohim? Emmanuel? Jesus? Or maybe we should go with the good old fashioned God? Seriously old man, you have way too many nicknames"

"Let's not use any of those. I may have been God once, but that's all ancient history now" replied the teenager with a hint of sadness in his voice. " Right now, I'm back to back to basics. Using the terms of those RPGs you love so much, I'm at new game plus. All my stats went back to level 1 a few years ago, but I still got the knowledge."

Upon hearing the teenager's words, Azazel bursts out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! The one who ruled over heaven, The leader of Angels, THE God, using gamer's lingo? Awesome!" Azazel roars in laughter.

"I've been living in this world for quite some time now. I'm bound to pick up some knowledge here and there"

"I know... But still... Pfft... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Eventually, Azazel calmed down after 5 minutes of intense laughter.

"Let's leave your name for later. I'm curious though, can you tell me exactly how you resurrected?" asked Azazel. "If you dont want to answer, that's fine."

"Hmm... Well you are going to let me stay here, so I guess I dont mind." replied the teenager. "But promise me, do not tell anyone of my existence. Is it a deal?"

"Naturally. Having the monopoly of certain kinds of information is a pleasure in its own way"

The teenager then began the tale of his origin, something of which not even the angels know about.

Originally, the God of the Bible was not god-like at all. He was but a mere low level earth spirit with no name, no particular fame and almost no power. He wasnt even human to begin with.

But despite that, the lowly earth spirit dreamed of making a better world. A world with no suffering and hatred. A world where everyone can be happy.

A naive and pure dream, yet a very powerful source of drive for the lowly earth spirit.

By abusing the fact that he is smarter than most, he found multitude of means to become stronger and wiser. It was a long and painful process, but eventually, the lowly earth spirit became God.

He then found a way to alter his original ability (rebirth) to allow him to create.

As to what happened next... Well, read the Genesis part of the Bible.

The point of the teenager's story is simple: He is a spirit with the sole ability of rebirth, thus to him, death is not permanent.

"I see... So that's how it is..." Azazel nodded in understanding. "But why did it take so long for your rebirth this time around?"

"Well, it has something to do with the soul. While the body is easy to reincarnate because it is reduced to its original state, the soul continues to grow endlessly." replied the teenager. "The larger the soul, the more time it would take. Now imagine how long it would take to reincarnate the soul of a God."

"I see... That makes sense then" said Azazel "Well, for now, let's go out and celebrate!"

Azazel then dragged the teenager to a local liquor bar and shoved a bottle of alcohol down the lad's throat. For someone who used to be God, the teenager never developed the desire to drink alcohol in his entire existence. He never found the appeal of the bitter taste and a head splitting hangover the following day.

God was effectively out cold with 3 gulps of hard liquor. Quite embarrassing really.

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2 weeks later

Kouh Academy

Highschool life proceeded exactly as depicted in the manga's that the teenager had read.

The entrance exam wasnt much of a challenge, but the teenager did feel guilty that he possessed centuries worth of knowledge. It felt like he was cheating, but Azazel insisted that it was fine.

The opening ceremony was exactly as boring as depicted in many highschool mangas that he had read. To the lad, it was also a very educational experience. He listened to every word and understood the main point of the speech. He concluded that the speech was truly a waste of time.

Self introduction was an interesting experience as well.

The teenager introduced himself as Hebikami Ryotaro, or Ryo for short. While he thought that he delivered a standard self introduction, the teacher pointed out that he was as stiff as a rock.

"I can still get nervous at my age?... Who knew?"

Class was equal parts boring and interesting.

Indeed, he knew nearly every subject matter like it was the back of his hand, but it was interesting to have others teach him how it's done instead of having to figure it out all by himself.

All in all, God/Hebikami Ryotaro is looking forward to his highschool life.

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Authors Notes

- The events of this fic takes place 1 year before the Highschool DxD.

- This story runs parallel to the DxD story line without interferring with the source material.

- Focused on the Sitri Peerage, expect a lot of stuff that didnt exist in the original.

- Expect some characters to be removed or shuffled around in order to accomodate for the OCs. Also expect some changes in certain storylines due to the OCs

- If you are the seriously religious type of person who thinks making fun of the Biblical God is a heresy, then sucks to be you! That's exactly what Im planning to do!

- This is a harem fanfic, coz harem is what Highschool DxD is all about.