The One Bathed in White (DxD)

Prologue

The moon shone in the sky, it's crescent from casting a harsh filter of light unto the forest below. A forest where a man caked in blood could be seen running, his skin covered in blood and a sword flashing through the air beside him as a scream rang out.

The forest was soaked in blood, in anger, in the hatred of a man who felt betrayed. Y/N had placed his trust in her, he had thought she would always be there besides him. That she would place her trust in him, her love in him, have faith in him just as he had faith in her.

She was like his goddess, a being he worshipped as easily as he breathed, so when she choose him...when she choose duty over love...it hurt, it hurt so much Y/N didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to cope with such a loss, with such overwhelming grief that it burned his very soul.

He didn't know how to understand this feeling, thus it turned into something he did understand. Something he knew so well, that it practically flowed off him.

Hate.

RAGE.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair flowing through the air as he cut down another beast dressed in human skin. His sword sinking through flesh like it was butter, he had killed so many. He had murdered thousands, and he wasn't done yet. If he was to suffer such a loss, then he would make sure the vile suffered more.

Y/N would show the world his anger, show the world the wound of her betrayal....the anger he felt at himself. He would hunt down the remnants of the Great War, the factions that refused to accept the hastily made truce, the strays and rogues that murdered humanity, and even the humans that sought ruin for their own kind.

He murdered and slaughtered as he saw fit, capturing their souls and swallowing them whole in an attempt to fill the gaping void within his own chest. But no matter how much blood he spilled, no matter the lengths his power grew he still felt pain, he still felt gnawing agony.

First he had lost his father...

First he had lost his father...

Then he had lost his best friend...

And now he had lost his first love...

So he let out his grief on the world, showing why he was feared during the Great War. Why his legend was spread throughout the world...

Though he was less alone then he thought, Y/N may have been blinded in his turmoil of emotions but others still cared for him. He may have lost Venelana, but his mother still cared. Her family still cared for him...

"Y/N!"

Y/N's sword came to a sudden stop, his feet digging into the dirt as he slid across the slick, dying leaves. His own name ringing in his ears, that was a voice he hadn't heard in ears. A sound that was like silk, filled with love and acceptance. An overwhelming warmth that spread over and pierced through the haze of anger that had kept him moving.

Swallowing slightly he hesitantly turned his head, his eyes widening as he saw someone he hadn't seen in years...his own mother...the Greek Goddess of Love herself, Aphrodite.

Her voice was weak, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes as she covered her mouth. Whether out of fear, or worry Y/N didn't know. But he himself was struck still, he didn't know whether to run or to stay, to hear what she had to say or blind himself until he fell dead.

He watched as his mother hesitantly took a step forward, her feet gliding across the ground as if she was floating. A true goddess even now as she said softly, "Y/N, please, stop this...come home."

A pleading edge to her voice that cut through Y/N's very soul, he loved his mother and he would do anything for her. But that...that scared him...his eyes glancing over her form as he could feel the  love she had for him through their connection. The overwhelming ocean of love that she carried for her son even in the years they had been separated.