Chapter 17:
Walking into school after weeks of self study. Elise uses her freetime from school to watch the students self study, along with Shino and Mr. Akio checking in. Dressed unusually colorful, he wears a form fitting waistcoat suit that is plain and polished, rust brown in color. The shirt color is forest green in color with a burgundy tie, his tie tied in a trinity tie. On his left eye is a three strap eye patch that covers back over his ear. It is visible through on his end, but completely black on the outside. At his side, dressed in a long white dress with a knee length emerald green blouse over, she wears a brown corset around his waist. She cheerfully hums in the spring weather.
“I heard they’ve opened the pool this week.” Elise says cheerfully.
Alex giggles; “You see me enough, no?”
She nudges his ribs and then hugs his arm. Playfully she says, “As if, Shino’s been all over you.”
He checks himself out in a window’s reflection, “What can I say, handsomeness didn’t run in the family; now it will.”
She teases him quickly, “Babies on your mind already?”
So he teases back, “Perhaps. Shino would give good offspring, wouldn’t she?”
“Hey!” She jabs him in the ribs. Quietly, she huffs out, “Jerk.”
As they reach the schoolyard, the two split for the next few upcoming hours. In the staff locker room, he changes his shoes to his loafers; with a deep breath he steel himself. He leaves his eyepatch in the locker and seals his eye shut with an invisible glyph; the burn marks are long, healed for the most part with it being a contrasting pale and tight, constricting near his ear. In the mirror, he curses Kokabiel under his breath.
In the space surrounded by black fire and white wings, Kokabiel slowly burns from the feet down, while healing slower at the same time. Standing between the two, the black flaming sword adds to his flaming wings, the red scales around the ricasso glow a violent light and release hissing, around his chest he turns to stone. As a last attempt, before his arms become too stiff, Kokabiel forms a sword of light and swings at Alex’s face; stopping just against the skin. Kokabiel’s arms turn to stone, leaving only his head to be animate. The sword of light Alex’s skin so long as Kokabiel lives, Kokabiel burns slowly, turning to remnants of just a skeleton.
Minutes later, from the sky above, a ray of light strikes down on Alex. The scaled fists grind on the Sword of Mors, the ricasso hisses again, on the flat facing the striker, an slit eye opens glowing green. The attacker jumps back, sliding on the magma around.
“That was my bounty.” The white armored attacker expressed.
Alex spits on the charred skeleton, “That was my kill.” With one arm, Alex swings his sword, shattering the remains to dust. “Will you be the next, White Dragon?”
The dark blue crystals on the armor glow as the dragon soul speaks through armor. “This is not a fight worth taking, death will be imminent.”
“Are you going to ignore me, White One?” A deep voice says from behind, turning, the occult club with Elise has joined the grounds, standing on spots of hardened rock.
White dragon asks, “You are still alive, Red One?”
“These are the conditions we get after we finally meet, huh?”
“It’s fine.” White dragon says, almost condescendingly. “We are fated to fight some day. These things happen. Let’s meet again, Ddraig.” The white one ratified.
Ddraig grunts and agrees; “Yes, let’s, Albion.”
“Hey!” Issei yelled to the emperor. “What’s the meaning of this? What are you?” The white emperor stays silent, staring at Issei over his shoulder. “Anyways, it’s you two, faults that I… I… can’t suck the President’s breasts anymore!”
Alex’s flames heals his face slowly, he says to the red gauntlet, “Ddraig, I’m sorry I showed even an ounce of respect to hyoudou.”
“You need more power in order to understand everything.” White emperor says to Hyoudou. “Become stronger, my archrival. We will fight some day.” A white light envelopes the emperor, in the speed of sound, mach 1, he flies into the sky.
“I’m sorry you have such a bad rival.” Alex said as he watched the departing shooting star.
Alex looks into his locker’s mirror and tightens his tie, with a grunt of acceptance, he goes into his school to prepare his class. He organizes the papers, placing faced down graded work, then writing his name on the board. When the students all arrive, he allows them inside the classroom and marks attendance.
“Quarta Xenovia… A new student? I am De Jong, please refer to me as Jong.” Alex searches through his briefcase and takes out a skull. “It is a pleasure to have you in our class, if you have any questions, please ask.” He opens his book and begins, “Hyoudou, may you start the day off?”
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The Lion's Wings (DXD)
أدب الهواة(Original) To Netherlands To Ireland To France Now Japan Alexandre De Jong Bastard son of a devil father With a reaper of a mother Yet lives the life of a teacher There's a question that stands at his throat, "Why here?" (Rewrite) From America, to H...
