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

-[S.1]-[C.10]-> [No Time To Lose]

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

Red vs Pink

Honestly, though, that's a match I'd pay to see. Shame that Kill La Kill is kinda short, and RWBY... Yeah, we all know what happened to RWBY. As PitaNemuritoare once said to me, "RWBY died with Monty". Which is kinda sad, seeing as Monty was doing everything on that show. He was animating, he was voice-acting, he was also writing part of it... As I said before the rewrites, I heavily identify with the guy nowadays lol.

But anyways, welcome to another chapter!

One that is being written on the very same same day that I posted the last one, Chapter 9! Kinda of hyped for this series, and for pretty much every single one that is about to come, really, so I'm honestly just writing my ass off now that I have myself some free time from work. Even if my arm is still a bit injured from training, it's not like writing places a lot of strain on it anyway, so we're good. I hope you enjoy!

Anyway, let's roll!

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

This place carried so much.

But in a meaningful way, and in a literal way. As he stood there, clad in the armor of darkness, carrying with him his blade, the man sighed. His head dropped, closing his remaining eye as various memories replayed in his memory. The black-colored armor of various platings covered his body from the ever-falling snow atop this hill. It didn't cover, however, nor the ground, nor the countless blades that were stabbed in there.

An endless field of various swords each representing something, and one life. Memories that would never go away. Memories that still hurt, and will hurt for the rest of his life. And so, the man, taking in a deep, deep breath, stood up from his kneeling position, bringing his blade up with him. As he calmly rested it against his shoulder, the man raised his head to the skies, keeping his remaining eye closed at all times.

He glanced up towards the skies for a few moments before he heard it once more, the stomping, and the ground shaking. Sighing in a tone of sadness, he dropped his blade to the floor, letting its oversized length and gigantic weight smash and dig against it. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder towards that thing. He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to think that this would happen again. But he had no choice.

With a tired gaze, his eye opened as he continued to glance towards the floor for a moment before raising his head. Once he did so, he turned to face that monster, narrowing his eye as he reached forward to pull down his helmet. There, standing far away from him, was a creature that, albeit humanoid, was empty of any humanity that it once may have had. His eyes were orange-red with fangs sprouting from his lips.