𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

Prologue 2: [The Berserker, The Vampire and The Saint]

[Y/N] - Your Name
[L/N] - Last Name
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Darkness.

That was everything Y/N saw. The entire world around him was nothing but the endless black of the void. The floor beneath his foot seemed to doesn't exist at the same time that he stood on top of it. His surroundings were as dark as night itself. However, neither the darkness or blackness around the man seemed to faze him as much as the being in front of him.

A large, dog and wolf-like creature, bigger than anything Y/N had ever seen before, perhaps bigger than a house. The beast panted with its tongue out as it walked around Y/N, who could do anything but stand still like a statue. Frozen in what Y/N thought was fear or even shock. As the creature circles the man, it soon lowers its head near Y/N, staring at him eye-to-eye.

Y/N's brown eyes could only stare at the lightning-like Z the beast had for an eye. Its sharp tooth stood like gigantic steel swords which could pierce the toughest of armors. Its red, crimson-glowing eyes stared at Y/N with hunger, desire and somewhat a confusing type of lust. Its tongue hangs from the beast mouths like a red river circling through a valley of blades.

Y/N could do nothing but stare as the beast got each time closer and closer, soon getting right on his face. Close, face-to-face with the being, Y/N saw that it was at least two times taller than him. Like its surroundings, the beast wore dark fur throughout its entire body, masking itself in the darkness. Y/N felt a shiver running through his spine all the way through his ribcage.

Glancing down with shaky, wide-open eyes, Y/N could make out the figure of the being's tail wrapped around his torso. The tip was, not only covered in the same dark coat of fur, but also had a pointy tip. From the point entering his chest, Y/N saw a dark-crimson, almost black, running down his body, coming from within the stabbed area.

However, he felt nothing.

No pain, no agony, no urge to scream, grit his teeth... Nothing. The beast seemed to chuckle in amusement, taking its pointy tail from within Y/N chest, and using it to touch his cheek. Almost like a mother caressing their child, the monster ran its tail around Y/N's cheek with a look of admiration as it stared at him. Y/N felt... A weird comfort.

Like having a bestfriend who you can relate to. Someone who acts, thinks and has the same likes as you do. It was like Y/N was staring at himself. A much wicked, distorted, agonizing, painfully-looking monstrous version of himself. Soon, the beast circled around Y/N once more, laying down behind him as its head stared right at Y/N. Y/N was gathering himself to act, but before he could do so...

Beast: ["Seems like we finally met, Y/N"] The beast spoke with a dry, raspy voice, it was so painful to listen to that Y/N actually felt discomfort on his neck ["That so-called God has given you a task, it seems. However, that fool named Michael didn't realize that I had finally awakened... And found the perfect host, hm"]

Y/N: ["H - Host? Hang on!"] Y/N turned around, taking a few steps back ["What do you mean awakened? Host? What are you talking about, demon?!"]

Beast: ["... Demon? Like I haven't heard that one before"] The beast seemed to chuckle again, laying its head on the floor like a dog ["Though it's not far from the truth, hm"]