High School DxD x Male Reader

Chapter 6: I write my own description.

Little did I realize... it was the beginning of a long, long road of horrible, instinctual feelings that would go against everything I believed in.

Rias Point of View.

When I entered the ORC, I was surprised to see that Y/n wasn't there in the club room. His things were there, his Car Keys, jacket, phone and everything. I figured since I had a few minutes till everyone else arrived, I'd go looking for him, there was something that I'd like for him to take part in if at all possible.

It took me nearly 15 minutes to find him, when I finally did, I found him in the Library, surrounded by stacks of books with a look of what I could only describe as pure terror.

He looked up at me when I stepped into the room, cheeks stained with tears and eye's blood shot, he spoke in a raspy voice as if he'd been screaming.

Y/n: I'm... the Son of a Monster...

Y/n didn't look like he was 24 years old, especially right now, curled up in a corner of the room, the look of pure terror on his face.

I settled myself next to him and gave him a light smile.

Rias: What makes you think that?

Y/n lifted a book from between his knees and opened it to a page that read:

"HOW TO DESTINGUISH LOKI'S HUMAN CHILDREN."

Most children of Loki had entrepreneurial skills that were unmatched, they could make deals as good as the Devil could. They live lavish lifestyles and for some inexplicable reason, drawn to anything Green and Gilded, they can't help but love the color of materialism, envy, and possessiveness. They also show little care towards the taking of lives, finding that it is, quote "A necessary evil." Claiming they hold no joy in killing, yet secretly, they live for the thrill of taking a life, while they may not find any joy post kill, but during the kill, they're in their element, striking quickly and violently, like a snake. They're simply Rotten People and you should steer clear of a Child of Loki as if your life depended on it, cause it just might. However, to steer clear, you should know what they look like. Children of Loki are tall, anywhere between 5'5'' and 6'5''. They have black hair that often shines green in the light. Their bodies are mostly muscle but still lanky and flexible. The exceed at martial arts and bladed combat. As well as having natural talent when it comes down to magic or anything of the sort.

As I read, the more it described Y/n, it was almost scary how well it described him.

Rias: Y/n, I'm sure it's just a coincidence, I mean, surely.

Y/n: The page prior explains the lives of her children. Often related to Gang activity because of their mothers sense of rebellion, often grow up without their mother because obviously, and most commonly, find it hard to believe in the divine, feeling that if there was a divine being, why oh why would this world be so damn fucked up?

Rias: Well, I mean, is it really all that bad? I mean, really... Devils are described to be horrid monsters who make deals that only favor them in exchange for souls, are any of us actually like that? Except Issei, ignore Issei, Issei doesn't count.

Y/n: Being the Son of Loki is a bit different. I've read enough to know how bad Loki is.

Rias: Alright, so people say being the son of Loki is a bad thing. Maybe you could be the one to change that.

Y/n: Rias, the world doesn't work like that.

Before I could respond, Y/n stood up from his spot on the floor, wiping away the tears that had rolled down his cheeks.

Y/n: I'm going for a drive.

Those 5 words scared me, just because of the look in his eye's, the way he sounded so empty.

Rias: Y/n, please be safe.

It was all I could say as he walked out of the room.

Y/n Point of View

Despite everything I'd said, it wasn't being the son of Loki that had upset me, or even having my life flipped upside down, though it all didn't help. In fact, it was the fact that my Dad spoke highly of my mother, he always spoke about how beautiful she was, how kind she was, despite her occasional negativity, and she had the fucking nerve to just stay gone my entire life. At least Percy Jackson could heal himself with a fucking water bottle, and not to mention the Magnus Chase series' take on children of Loki, they could fucking shapeshift and I was left with nothing but a love for fucking snakes.

And so, I drove. I took my keys, jacket and phone from the ORC, got in my car, rolled the windows down and drove, I drove for the highway and I headed further north till I found open field for miles.

When I finally found a nice place. I stopped the car, got out and stared for a few minutes before doing the only thing that felt sensible, yelled at the top of my lungs, kicked a rock and promptly broke a few toes, Aragorn style.



At this current moment, I hated every bit of myself. I was a dirty, disgusting snake. The book described me down to a detail, I found Joy in creating the pile of bodies, not being knee deep in them.

Without even thinking, I laughed... and laughed, and laughed. Once I started laughing, I couldn't stop. I laughed and laughed, even as I stood up onto my now broken toes, I still laughed, and then I looked up at the bright white full moon that shone it's light down on me, and with every ounce of strength I could muster, I embraced what I was.

" I AM A DIRTY, NO GOOD SNAKE ! ! ! YOU HEAR ME ? ! I AM Y/N L/N, SON OF LOKI AND HEAD OF THE YAKUZA SNAKE CLAN AND I LOVE TO KILL ! ! ! "

The moment those words left my mouth, I hunched over and hurled into the ditch. It made me sick to my stomach to claim such a thing, yet deep down I knew it was true, but that didn't mean I had to like it. In fact it made me hate myself even more, and then I spoke again.

" Fuck that pile of crap . "

Again I looked up into the sky, but this time I simply smirked and spoke with confidence.

" I'm Y/n L/n , and I ain't the universe's bitch , so fuck you . "

I was still fucked up about all of this, I was the Son of Loki and it's said that I'm a rotten snake, but fuck that crap.

After my little roadside episode, I got into my car and pulled away, going back the way I'd come, headed for the ORC, where hopefully my new friends would be waiting for me.

A/n: I know this chapter was a bit... out there, but I really wanted to hurry along so I can get into the juicy shit, and for the Juicy shit, Y/n needs to know he's Loki Spawn. I already decided that Y/n will get a weapon made of his siblings. Like, a Tooth of Jormungandr and a Claw of Fenrir and like, a bone of Hel or like some sort of powerful weapon from his Loki.