The Chains that Bind (Highschool DxD x Ghost Rider Reader)

Prologue

The fires from the wrecked car raged on in the presence of two bodies, laying on the pavement of Japan, on a bridge just outside of Kuou. The lifeless body of the driver was flown and hit the railings of the bridge, his head split and insides nothing but jelly. Too much blood loss.

Even when the cops who were there shone their light in the eyes of the driver, but no dilation at all.

"Looks like one of the tires was sabotaged," a motorcycle officer spoke, addressing others on the scene. "We checked with the garage shops that operated on it, and there were no signs of tampering. Looks like foul play from another racer."

"Do we have identification?"

"Working on that right now. Are the ambulances on their way?"

"Nearest hospital in Kuou just dispatched one now."

"What of the second guy?" All the officers looked over. There was a young boy, old enough to be a second-year in high school, laying there with his eyes on the road, limp and near-lifeless. Broken bones, cuts and scrapes, and his spine trying to squeeze the air out of his lungs.

"Poor kid," the motorcycle cop muttered, "just came into Japan from Europe with his step-sister. We've ID'd him as '(F/N) (L/N)'. You ask me, I think he was trying to earn money by being the navigator."

"Have we contacted his family?"

"We can't find his step-sister. And his biological family passed away when he was just a kid."

While the cops continued onward, this young boy, (F/N) (L/N), was just staring out past the railings of the bridge. His breathing being torture on his body, and his blood trying to gag him from saying any sound. He tried to find something, anything, that could help get him out of this mess. He then spotted a piece of paper on the ground. A flier that was given to him from someone leaving Kuou. A piece of paper with a satanic-like glyph and a line of words beneath it, "Make Your Wishes Come True!" It was similar to that of any kind of sale gimmick. But in this boy's final moments, if any wish were to come true, he wanted something to be done.

As fast as his body could go, he managed to crawl his way towards the paper, getting ever so closer. His movements were so slow, so slow that it didn't catch the attention of one of the cops. And it's not like he can just scream for help, he was dying too quickly for them to help.

As his fingers almost reached the paper, a foot appeared from nowhere and stepped on it. This person in front of (F/N) wore proper attire, a warm coat, and wore a black top hat.

"Well, well, well," the voice said. He was very calm and collected, soothing as well, but a cold demeanor to him. "What do we have here? Another human come to die?" This man was not seen, nor heard, by the other officers nearby. Appearing only in front of (F/N). The man squatted down and looked at (F/N) in the eyes, watching his eyes slowly glaze over. "Death is coming to claim you, (F/N) boy. And look at you, powerless to do so." (F/N) wanted to plead to this man, but the icy-cold stare he gave him left what little thinking power (F/N) had left to deduce that he either won't help or he'll want a high price. He then tapped the end of his cane against (F/N)'s head, tilting it up higher so that he could clearly see (F/N).

When he did, there was a small surge through his body. He was able to breathe and the pain stopped, but he was unable to move or even speak.

"I wonder," the man began to speak again, "what your precious step-sister would think if she saw you here. Dying like a common house rat." He glanced away, pondering in thought for a few quick seconds. "Then again, she might not have to wonder about that. After all, you'll be seeing her soon." (F/N)'s eyes widened when he heard that. He wanted to get up and find her, but given his current condition, and the fact he had no idea where she was, he was stuck having to accept the fact that he was about to face Death. "Oh," the man replied, "you're one of those people, I see. Well, perhaps there's a chance you could save her." All while he talked, the young boy felt that his death was being postponed. And that all he could do was listen to what the man had to say, as if that was his only way he would remain alive. "She's still alive somewhere, and if you want to keep her pure soul intact then give me your soul and I'll give you the power to get to her in time." There was an understandable sense of hesitation. After all, how could one man really tell if his step-sister was still alive? Why would he ask for something so strange as his soul? But at the same time, if indeed she was in trouble then he would give anything.

It wasn't like he had anything to begin with.

The man could sense (F/N)'s willingness to agree to the bargain, not that it was really a bargain to begin with. He held his hand out, and from a small flicker of flames, a scroll appeared. He unrolled the paper, showing "Pactum Pactorum" at the top, and the conditions all in Latin beneath it. The one thing that (F/N) could understand was the line at the bottom.

The place to sign away his soul.

Blood from his mouth began to flow, and a few drops reached the line.

"That's all it takes," the man said, before the scroll rolled up and disappeared into flames. "Now then, as promised." The cold eyes of the man began to glow a warm color of flames. And from the end of this cane he surged power through and into (F/N)'s body.

The cops, all the while, were still talking over the details. Figuring out how to best explain this for reports and to the medical officers when they eventually reach the scene.

(F/N) started to slowly crawl over towards the motorcycle that belonged to the respective officer, clawing his hand against the pavement and pulling himself closer and closer towards the bike. The man who he made a pact with was watching, still invisible to the cop's eyes. He watched as (F/N)'s hair began to fall out, steam and smoke rose up from the gaps in the clothing, and the skin on his body began to burn off.

The motorcycle cop spotted this, quickly turning his head towards the bike and staring in shock, for a moment.

"Hey!" He called out, breaking from the other cops, and pursued (F/N). But (F/N) was still ahead. He held onto the handlebars, started the bike with ease, and then quickly drove off. The man watched on with a smile on his face, chuckling slowly at the scene that played out before him.

"Now that that's done," he said, "I'm gonna let you run around for a bit. Take some eyes off of me for a moment while I plan out the next few steps."