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

-[S.1]-[C.1]-> [When Worlds Collide]

   [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
[S/N] - Shop Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

Hey.

I won't be bothering you guys too much, since the [A/N] kinda just did that already. I'm just here to, once again, say thanks, and say that I hope you enjoy the rewrite of Saint's Lion! I can promise to all of you that a lot of work went into this, so I hope that you stick around until the end! Though the flow of the story will continue mostly the same, some other stuff will be added, some characters will be revealed, etc, etc.

Just remember to take a few things with a grain of salt. Though I know some people from there, I never went to the military myself, so some stuff will, most likely, be wrong. But once more: If you spot something wrong, feel free to correct me on how it is actually made, and I'll change it once I find myself some time. I'm always up to making sure that my stuff looks clean and well-written, so feel free to correct me.

And remember! Stretch regularly, friends. 

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

This was a place of peace.
But no one felt anything but worry.

Amidst the blue-colored horizon that stood all around them, artificially made, as expected, but no one seemed to care about that. Or even amidst the many golden-colored streets which the clouds surrounded. Past the golden-colored gates in which a titanic being made out of fire, carrying a flaming sword stood. This all was supposed to be the most perfect place for those who behaved during their lives.

A paradise in which the sun was always bright and shiny on the horizon. The clouds gently invaded the roads made out of gold, that were the only thing around the place. If one were to look around, they would see an endless sea of clouds and roads that went in all directions at once. But at the end of the day, as it is to be expected, one could easily maneuver around this place once they were finally familiarized with it.

Many golden-colored gates that, if one asked around, they would find out that they took to the place in which some of the most important christian figures resided. All around said gates, a golden-color emanated, showing-off the beauty of them. And now, one of these gates had just opened, one that had the flag of Judaea, and from the clouds and the light inside of it, the figure of a young woman came walking.

Her beauty was evident, much like the beauty of everything inside this place and beyond the gates guarded by the warrior of flames. Her purple-colored hair gently waved with the wind as her equally-colored blue eyes glanced around. One could see her face of seriousness, a non-smiling, grim expression. Soon, however, her features softened once she stopped dead on her tracks, and glanced to the side.