The Demonic Path (High School Dxd x Male oc)

Prologue

Red

Everywhere I look,

Every step I take,

Every decision I make,

A life is always taken no matter what the cost.

Bodies everywhere, the stench of iron fills my nose. The color of crimson liquid fills both my vision and the surroundings.

If it were a normal person, no matter their experience nor will power, they'd have already started vomiting as if they were emptying their insides. They would have already turned pale without a moment's notice.

But not this man.

He was the one who started this mayhem, this bloodbath.

It was like he was trying to paint a portrait with nothing but the color red. And it seems that what has transpired didn't affect him one bit. To him, this was nothing more but a normal occurence. A habit in his daily life so to speak.

His black robes completely tattered and drenched with blood and sweat.

His deathly pale, jade white skin shining luminously under the moonlight.

His long jet black hair fluttering elegantly in the wind.

His menacing face filled with beads of freshly carved blood, only that the blood wasn't his to begin with.

And then there's his eyes; his black, large, profound eyes that looks like the most cavernous type of eyes that has ever been laid upon a living being. Its no exaggeration that when you stare at them, it feels as though you're looking at an endless abyss.

Stare at it for God knows how long, and you will eventually succumb and feel weak.

And then, the man started to speak.

"10,000 years...I have been walking this path for 10,000 years and within these numbers, I have reached my life-long dream of achieving the true meaning of eternal life. Endless trials, countless bodies, reigning of terrors, the hardships I went through are of no laughing matter. Even if I did die along the way, it wouldn't have mattered. The process of trying to achieve eternal life was already stimulating enough and I would have left this world without any sort of regret.

But now, what is there to be interested in? Me a Rank 9 Demon Venerable, a true Demon that has wrecked havoc on both men of the righteous and demonic path, have no path anymore. I have made countless enemies by betraying my allies. In this world, there is no such thing as eternal allies nor enemies, only eternal benefits. So what now? A couple of minutes more and the Heavenly Court shall once again come for my head, but now, I don't feel like retreating. If I die, the rank 9 Spring Autumn Cicada shall once again do its job and take me back through time to reshape a new and different future. I will once more go through the same stimulation for the...... I don't know, I have already lost track of the number of times I have went back through time.

Having refined the Spring Autumn Cicada for the first time, felt like a blessing to me. But now, it is much more suitable to rename it as a curse. I have made countless arguments with myself of whether I should insist on keeping it a little while longer or just outline destroy it with my own will. But I kept on choosing the former. My instincts proceed with urging me to wait a bit more and something fascinating might happen. I trust my instincts, for they are the ones that have pushed me where I am standing on today, excluding the Spring Autumn Cicada of course.

Hahhh, what the hell. So this is what boredom feels like. Its a tad bit too uncomfortable if you ask me.....

Huh? Wait, what's happening? Why is the Spring Autumn Cicada emitting such a unique color? What is the meaning of this? This has never happened before.. why is it....? It feels like its urging me to use it. But there seems to be a more different approach towards it. Should I?.. wait... Why am I hesitating? It seems that talking about what I truly feel made me a bit demented for a second. Hahaha. This faint colorful rainbow glow is somewhat vexing to the eyes. It trances me to further keep on using this Gu of mine. But it gives off the feeling as if I won't be able to see it again. Hehe, interesting. Well then old friend, show me your magic once more."