The Underworld. The realm of the dead, also known as Hell. It was the place that the souls of those long dead rested in peace, or wandered the endless plains and mountains of that place for eternity. It was constantly covered by a thick fog, and the sky glared ominously in the sky. A moon was visible as well.

Above the trees, and the souls of the dead. Flew a man, a man with long, pitch-black wings that resembles that of a dragons. The man was one wearing a scaled armor, and it was as black as night. Its scales seemed to devour any light that came its way, and through the fog glowed two, blood-shot eyes, with the slits of a dragons twitching around and looking for something.

The man embodied power. The man embodied authority. The man embodied death, and destruction.This was Issei, the first creation of the God of Time, and the man prophesied to destroy the world at the end of time so that time may start anew.

From Issei's body spewed a great fog, even blacker and evil-feeling than the one that naturally settled over the underworld . The very presence of Issei spelled evil.Nothing else seemed to be quite as monstrous and as cynical as Issei. The fog served another purpose, however; it was devouring souls.

Issei was known by many different names, but only one stuck. He was known as Ddraig. He had been called Death, The harbinger of the End, Ragnarok, Armageddon, Meggido.

The world wrapped around him, and he was gone. He as floating in the air, floating above the mortal plane know as earth. Fire spewed from the surface of earth, space was being contorted and warped, the moon was cracked open as a Giant red Dragon spewed from it, leaving an egg behind. Issei looked up at the giant red dragon, to every dragon that has ever existed, that dragon was the biggest. Great Red, or DxD, dragon of dragons. Once the great red dies, the egg it leaves behind hatches, as it always has been.

His thoughts turned towards his ultimate attack, the one that allowed him to destroy entire countries at a single blast. The one attack that Issei was sure had every chance of destroying this world, and even possibly kill Great Red. The Lein Oblaan Kaag, or World-End-Burst, and the attack that he himself had named in order to honor his purpose in existence.

"It's about time for this world to end." Issei said, his voice low and rumbling. He looked at the morass of man made structure beneath him and Hissed in annoyance; he had never met a species so difficult to kill. Humans. A warrior race filled with insects. They were so interesting to him. The humans greatest fear was being alone in this world, but they also feared not being alone. The murder and ravage each other, with no cares in the world. Insects had never been so difficult to destroy and wipe of the plane of existence.

Of all the dragons that had ever existed, not a single one held a candle to Issei, or Ddraig. He was the first born of God. The Creator, The Redeemer as he would be known in the future.

For the first time in centuries, Issei took on his dragon form. A giant red dragon, glowing green eyes. He looked down at the humans running around in chaos, men rushing over to their wives and children. Several noticed the giant red scaled beast that was him, and began to run around, struck by a horror so profound he could feel it from up here.

A thought hit him. He had never once ever experienced anything remotely related to love. The thought hadn't occurred to him until now, perhaps it didn't matter at the time. As the dragon destined to destroy the world, he never saw a need for such things. Females were so much weaker than him that he didn't even see them as suitable mates.

Or maybe he never saw a reason to reproduce. Would his child be burdened with the task to destroy the earth countless times over? It became hard for him to remember things after so much destruction. Maybe he had had a child, but couldn't remember. Either way it was insignificant to his duty.

"Lein…" As Issei spoke the words, comprehension came with them. And with comprehension, understanding and purpose. The World was fragile, easily broken. And it was his duty to shatter it.

White energy rimmed with black appeared in his gigantic maw, and swirled into his mouth as well. It filled him with unbridled power, and reminded Issei of the kind of God that he was, how he was the strongest of Dragons on the Earth.

"Oblaan…" The end was coming, along with its horrible catastrophes. He was going to destroy the world once again, and there was nothing that anything could do to avert it. Now that he thought of it, he couldn't even remember the last time he had destroyed the earth. Was it beautiful?

"Kaag!" He finished his chant, the World-End-Burst. The energy rimmed with black shot out of his mouth I'm a single beam. Energy, pure energy arched of the single beam and split in the air. The beam drilled into the earth, and memories filled his head. 665 times he had destroyed the earth, each one of them having a short lifespan. This time it would be the 666th time, what a cruel, fickle number.

He remembered that each time he drilled the beam straight into the core of the earth. And that ended it all. Until it was put back to together like a jigsaw puzzle, or at least that's what he thought the humans called them.

He looked down at the humans, the beam still drilling into the earth, and felt a single emotion.

Respect.

Yes, he deeply respected humans. They could do anything they had put their minds too. The were true warriors, relentless. As the first creation of the god of time, the future was never hard to look into. But he always refused to look into it, it was the only interesting thing to him, to let the future remain a mystery.

But he could always predict. As the previous times he had destroyed the earth, the other dragons forgot about him. He peered into their souls, all of them had no idea who he was, but they all shared the same feeling of hatred. Ophis, Tannin, Albion. Every one of them. Why couldn't they remember? They at one point were his only friends. Sadness washed or him, it was strange, should a dragon like him feel such emotions?

The world began to break, it fell into pieces, and he began to float off into the void. Or as the humans called it 'Space'

His dragon body broke down, and change into that of a humans. He shifted around in the void as if he was dead. A single tear rolled out of his human eyes, it froze to ice instantly and drifted off leaving him. He watched it, gleefully. His body began to break, his skin flaked off his body and shriveled in his vision. It was cold, but he welcomed it. He deserved no less.

He had fond memories of earth. Despite his dark apparatus, he was a kind hearted, beautiful dragon. Ice on earth had trapped things before, he looked around at the endless stars, each burning bright. They were beautiful, magnificent. He wondered of there was any ice out in the void, containing any lost history.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wandering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared dream before me." Issei quoted. He'd hoped that he could meet the man who made that famous phrase. What was his name again? Edgar Allan Bro? Humans decided such odd names for their offspring. He could only hope to understand the significance behind it.

All these human would be reborn, as to the way of the cycle of providence. So why was he taking do harshly? It's not like he had been a victim of the Chaos. But maybe he had been, all the innocent children he had killed, all the families he destroyed, the souls he devoured. But all of then would come back into the light of life.

His body broke down, turning into nothing but a single orange orb tinted in red. Had this happened to him too? He couldn't remember. Why? Why couldn't be remember? Why does it matter now? What's different?

Issei floated around in the black void, without a form for many years. He had had no concept of Time for the amount of time he had resided inside this strange and twisted space. Which was ironic considering he could see into the future, but for some odd reason, he couldn't now.

He never really understood where he was, nor how he had got here in the first place; he had forgotten again. But there was no doubt about it; there was a great seal around the place where his 'soul' had been.

There were no stars here anymore, there was nothing here anymore. What had happened? How long had it been? His memories had all been jumbled as he had been sealed away here, but he retained enough resolve to keep his sanity, or what little sanity he had left.

With a force of will, driven by curiosity, he compiled his memories to recall Wha had happened. He remembered his creator reaching out to him. He remembered that his creator had trapped him inside of something called a 'Sacred Gear'

At first he was angry and showed resentment. But that left, maybe he could end this all. Maybe he could stop destroying the earth, it was a beautiful place despite its many bad things. Each time he destroyed it came back more beautiful than the last, like a rose. Maybe now he could break the cycle and stop destroying a masterpiece.

In the end, he had been sealed into a sacred gear, and the cold that came with it enveloped him. He had known nothing for a very long time, before waking up and realizing that a person was using his power for his own. Using his power of destroying the world as their own! He felt anger, and his host was driven mad by the single emotion. He used his entire life force. His first was too weak, and killed himself as a result. Or maybe it was his fault.

Boosted Gear, that was the name of the 'Sacred Gear' he was sealed inside. Pathetic. His sole existence was to destroy the world, so why boosted gear? The gear used his power to boost the users original power. Sometimes it would manifest into an object that best fit the user, sometimes it was a shield, sometimes a sword, a gauntlet, a helmet. He hummed in amusement; his hosts were so weak, so pathetically weak. None could even handle a fraction, no, a single decimal point worth of his power. And every time one tried, they died. They were insects. They couldn't handle his 'Balance breaker' or his 'Juggernaught Drive'

Pathetic.

The Juggernaught drive was good change of pace though; it let him spread his wings. It even allowed him to take control and wreak havoc upon the land surrounding the place. Some hosts even gave their entire life force to him, increasing his power further by making it more dangerous.

He watched over and over again as his hosts killed themselves. And he could watch. Sometimes he was okay with his hosts, but he had not found one he had really liked. Not single one wanted to just live, all of them were power hungry. And that was their demise.

He slumber over and Bagan to drift off into sleep.

"I wanna squeeze some boobies!"

His new host. Human have grown progressively weaker since his last host. He couldn't eve speak with this one, or it would surely kill him. He always laughed at the perverted kids antics. The boys name was Issei Hyoudou, and he looked exactly like Ddraig's human form. What was his human name again? Time had taken its toll on his mind, that was sure.

This host was not like his other hosts, and that lead Ddraig to believe that they would be good together. He looked forward to the change of pace in this host, it was going to be good, no, fun. It was going to be fun, a Strange emotion for him to experience.

But fate was a fickle thing, and proved that it was the true master of the planet.

On his hosts first date, his girlfriend revealed herself to be a fallen angel, and killed him on the spot. Ddraig blamed himself, and even the Fallen angel girl did too.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. However, his sleep was stopped by a bright red glow. And his journey finally started. His host had been turned into a devil. It was the only reason Issei was now a member of the Occult Research Club, surrounded by the devils in the school that the perverted idiot had no idea was there to begin with.

After a lot of thought it occurred to him that it was no mistake that Issei was killed. Clarity burst through his mind, the devils let him die for their own gain. But he would never tell Issei that if they ever spoke to each other. He couldn't risk someone like him to be driven by insanity. If he did, he might actually be able to destroy the earth, none of his other hosts were devils though.

He had decided that I he would give power once it was asked of him. He was aware that it was a possibility the other devils would kick him out if he had no power.

Ddraig had regained much of his original power thank to the hosts who sacrificed themselves to him, much to his demise. He ignored the boys conversations with the other and began to stare off into the surrounding darkness. He stared deep into the darkness until he could see what was happening in another dimension.

What was that favorite quote of his? Had he missed Edgar Allan Bro? The thought pierced his heart, he had always wanted to meet him. Hstred into many different time spans, many dimensions. One where his host had brought about a plague, where he was possessed by something dark. He peered into one dimension where his host had a good understanding of magic and was called a 'psychic.' And in another, he was betrayed, and he underwent a transformation similar to that of Dracula. Now that he thought about it both dimensions were similar to Dracula.

And in the final dimension he was a sword wielding demon on a quest to save the first girl he had ever met. Despite her being a robot. (My other stories)

In every dimension he was a unique person, and in this one he was a death knight. The harbinger of the End.

What a cruel, fickle thing fate is.

The boy was currently attempting to summon him in some sort of form that benefitted his nature, emulating the ridiculous poses from those shows that the boy watched days on end. He recalled them being called 'Anime.' A popular form of television, that could sometimes be taken too far. But oh well, humans should live how they wanted to. The thought saddened him, he had never thought of that as he destroyed the earth countless times again.

What a sad life to live.

He let a sliver of his energy slip through his boosted gear. And began to manifest into the form that best fit him. No doubt it some of his emotions would change. But he hoped he would jeep some. His perverted side made him human, he'll it sometimes made him look weak. But what's wrong with that?

He had to give him power, his power. An with it came memories that no human should experience. But it was his fate.

He gave a long and hard chuckle, a loud cackle of sound that echoed in Issei's head.

"Don't disappoint me boy… I know that you will use my power and make the right choices." Ddraig called out

Issei Hyoudou was stuck in a pose that looked a lot like he was 'powering up.' The pose looked strange, awkward even. The Occult Research Club was the best! It was filled two of the hottest babe's in the school, and it had Koneko in it! What guy in the school didn't want to bang her right?!

His sacred goal was the key to starting his own Harem! So he had to summon it!

'If you want to hold a grudge, then hate the God who put the 'Sacred Gear' inside you'

For moment, he recalled the last thing Raynare had said to him before she speared him in the chest with her light spear. A pang of pain came back to him, focused on his chest. His heart.

He remembered the pain as he had died slowly and painfully, and the blood that he had seen on his hand when he had attempted, in a pathetic way, to save his own life. He had been very pleasantly surprised to see Rias naked to him the next morning.

His mood instantly cleared. Buchou's breasts were full and desirable, and he and his friends had repeatedly had fantasies where they had one night with the legendary woman. His spirits lifted even higher when he realized that, as a Devil with practically eternal life, it was very possible he could do something about that!

However, he focused back on summoning his Sacred Gear. Buchou hadn't told him which one he had, but she said it was very powerful. Alright! He might not end up such a failure anymore! At least, he couldn't possibly be as much of a failure as he had been before becoming a Devil!

He had been very surprised to find out Yuuto Kiba the token bishonen of the school, and Koneko Toujou the unofficial mascot were Devils as well. His blood spiked with jealousy; Kiba always had the girls, and they didn't treat him with scorn like many treated Issei. He was very timid towards Koneko because of her silence and her own scorn towards him. All women seemed to have hearts as cold as ice, it seemed. He didn't mind that Akeno had broken his fantasies of having such an onee-san as a sexual partner; it had made her all the more desirable to him.

Of course, he wasn't such an asshole that he would take her without her consent! He wasn't like those unsympathetic rapists in some of the material he had seen over the years. Even he, the King of Perverts, had discarded that material in disgust.

What an unfortunate existence he had.

He suddenly became aware of how despite wishing with all he had, no Sacred Gear was materializing yet. He felt an ember of anger course through him. He desperately wanted it to appear so that he didn't look like an idiot to his new friends-his reputation had already influenced the way that they were interacting with him, and he didn't want anymore blemishes on such a promising beginning to a harem route!

"Now, open your eyes. In this place which is filled with demonic power, the Sacred Gear will be able to appear more easily." Buchou's voice cut through his self doubts, as always. But he had the feeling that something was coming.

"Do you want to die for me?"

He hissed in anger as he attempted to funnel some form of power into his Sacred Gear. His Sacred Gear was the reason for all of this: it was the reason that Yuu-Raynarehad manipulated him, and why she had killed him. He was too dangerous to leave alive. He remembered helplessness as he died, and her last words to him once more echoed through his head.

"If you want to hold a grudge, then hate the God who put the Sacred Gear inside you."

He was sick of being treated like a doll by every girl he ever had feelings for; for the first time in his life Issei Hyoudou was well and truly angry at his predicament. It was because of his Sacred Gear he had been killed, because of his Sacred Gear that his parents would die before him. Because of his Sacred Gear, he had been ripped from the normal life that he had never realized he had cherished so much until it had ended.

"Damn it all..." Issei grunted angrily, gnashing his teeth in concentration as more doubts filled his head. "Why won't you do anything?! If you're the reason I died, then give me your power to make up for it!"

"Issei..." Rias muttered, watching him carefully. They all were-the Sacred Gear was taking far longer than expected to manifest. "Maybe..."

But their voices were drowned out as Issei suddenly heard something; something vibrating inside his soul. Instinctively, he knew that it was from the Sacred Gear. But it felt dark; it felt as if it was something terribly evil and something that would lay waste to everything in the world.

"Don't disappoint me boy… I know that you will use my power and make the right choices."

A white energy with black outlines pulled out of the ground and began to go into Issei.

Issei's hands clenched to his siege as if he was holding his hands up to hug something. He screamed in agony, a horrible sound that shook the ORC to their core. None of them had seen a transformation so painful before. He screamed louder, snapping noise following in close pursuit. His bones were changing. Breaking apart and resetting anew.

Memories flowed into Issei's head, filling him with knowledge of chaos and destruction beyond his tiny human brain's comprehension.

Rias, what should we do?" Akeno asked Rias, uncharacteristically serious in her inquiry. Kiba was frowning as well, and he and Koneko were ready to intervene if they needed to. "This is unlike anything we've seen before; should we forcibly stop the awakening?"

Rias was intensely worried as to the state of her new Pawn, but decided on a method of action relatively quickly despite the unheard of circumstances. "Akeno, be on stand by. In case things get too violent, be prepared to-"

Rias never finished her sentence, Issei's screams of pain turned into that of a dark, cynical chuckle. Koneko took a step back, which did not go unnoticed by everyone else. What scared her?

Issei's laughs resided, a red armor began to form all over his body, along black cape formed on his back.

The armor was beautiful, it was truly a dragons scale mail armor. A cape behind him, a loin cloth that hung to the ground gave him an appearance of a priest. The armor had spiked shoulder plates, and his helmet looked like a crown. Green eyes were behind them. (The Lich Kings Armor)

The armor all across Issei's body began to fade into a frenzy of green embers. On a single claw remained on his left hand, it was red and scaly, just like the rest of the armor. Issei turned and faced them.

"Congratulations Issei-" Rias stopped her sentence. Issei's eyes were almost completely lifeless. She had to see if he was okay.

"Is everything okay Issei?" Rias asked, everyone faced him, curious and confused.

Issei did not respond, he only stared with a lifeless, voided gaze.

"Okay, Issei. As a way to congratulate you, I will let you touch my breasts." Rias said , a blush appearing on her face.

Issei moved forward to her, she placed her hands behind her back and pushed her chest out.

"You're the enemy to all women." Koneko said, Issei seemed to avoid her comment, usually he would have been hurt by that.

Issei moved closer, closer.

He walked past her. And did not stop.

He did not care anymore, why should he? 666 times he saw the world get destroyed… was he even sane anymore? How could he know? He felt nothing at their comments, Koneko didn't hurt him, Rias didn't faze him.

He wanted a Harem, but he got this instead. Everything around had changed, everything was different now.

"Issei wait!" Rias yelled out to him.

Issei stopped, not bothering to turn to look at them.

"Please tell me, what happened?" Rias asked

Issei took a moment to think, does he tell them he destroyed the world 666 times over? Does he tell then that he even did it in an alternate dimension?

"I woke up." Issei said, his voice hoarse and low.

Fate was indeed a fickle thing. But his story isn't over.

He still hasn't got a Harem!

End of Chapter 1

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