"Hmm?" Issei had been walking home when he felt an eerie presence within a house he had walked by. Turning around, his eyes narrowed when the smell of fresh blood reached his nose.
"Ddraig, do you sense that as well?" Issei asked the dragon.
[Yes, I do. It feels as if something inside has already killed all its inhabitants and is still there. Are you suggesting that we check it out?]
"You already know." Issei smirked as he ran towards the house. Kicking open the door, the teen observed the amount of gore splattered across the wall. "Geez. Someone certainly made a large mess."
Walking into the living room, Issei felt a great rage build up within him. He observed the three bodies messily crucified to the wall, riddened with cuts and gouges. The signs of torture were obvious, and how that the three individuals did not have a fast death.
However, it was not the deaths of the adults that angered him; It was the last body that stabbed at his heart.
A child, with haunting eyes and brown hair just like his, was staring lifelessly as his mouth was open in an unheard scream. He couldn't have been older than the age of 10, maybe 12.
"I'm sorry." Issei whispered to the bodies as he sensed a presence in the other room, attempting an ambush from the back. "Did you do this, Exorcist?"
The presence stopped moving from being found out. However, he began to laugh manically, adding fuel to Issei's rage.
"Well, well, well. Those are some good senses, you shitty devil! And yes I did, that's what this shitty family deserves for calling on devils!" The exorcist laughed as he brandished a blade of light in his right hand and a exorcist gun in his left.
He had white hair and wore the clothes of a priest. "My name's Freed Selzan, what's yours shithead? Let's have a dance of death together!"
"...My name's Issei Maou, your demise." Issei answered eerily, suddenly turning around, and swung his right fist. Freed was shocked by the speed as he received the backhanded punch to the face, throwing him back against the staircase.
Spitting out blood, the stray exorcist grinned madly as he pulled himself up. "I like you, shitty devil! Eat this!" Freed began spamming rounds from his exorcist gun, forcing Issei to jump behind a couch to avoid fire.
Issei rolled his eyes in exasperation. 'Even the Ghostbusters weren't close to being this annoying.'
"Go to hell!" Issei shouted back, throwing out a paper Talisman which released a substance similar to tear gas. The substance was there to hinder the Exorcist's sight and cause minor injury, an excellent distraction. Issei used the chance to conjure crimson flames in his left hand, which he formed into a spear- throwing it as hard as possible.
The Flame Spear, however, was met by the light sword. A maddened grin appearing on Issei's face as the exorcist laughed.
"So you wanna play with swords? Alright, let's dance." Issei said as divine energy began to radiate off him, this time the energy took on a blue-white color as Issei crafted it into a sword. Grinning at the Exorcist, Issei dashed forward.
They clashed blades, with the Exorcist trying to shoot Issei- only for it to be dodged as Issei backhanded the gun away before locking blades again. Issei opted to kick the Exorcist in the shin, making the bastard stagger.
"Incineration!"
Issei bellowed, releasing a pulse of white flames. However, the way he'd released them was more akin to an explosion than a flamethrower. However, the Exorcist was STILL grinning, making Issei become more enraged.
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Red Dragon Emperor of Domination
FanfictionWhat if Issei was born as a descendant of Satan? What if he was the heir of the Prince of Lies? This is the story of Issei Maou, the Devil-God Sekiryuutei. Watch as he rises to power, and watch as he looks to answer a question. Do Devils cry?
