A Deathless' Return (Male Reader x DXD)

Bio and Prologue

Name: Y/n L/n

Looks: Whatever you want, but with black hair

Believed Race: Human

Real Race: Deathless

Personality: Just like any other human teenager, yet, less hormonal

Likes: Reading, cooking for others, studying swordsmanship, his alcohol, his talks with Kiba Yuuto, the ORC, his harem, tormenting the Perverted Trio, his army and followers

Dislikes: People who claim to be immortal, part of his past life(upon his discovery), traitorous Deathless, strays, Riser(but at the same time respects him), eating, drinking(unless it's alcohol), and Kokabiel and his Fallen Angels

Known Weapons: Sword and Shield, dual swords, heavy weapons, light weapons, polearms, and two handed swords

Harem info at the bottom

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"You have caused so much damage, you will have to be destroyed before you take any more lives," a man's voice echoed, "You've already taken 600 lives, and lived many more than that! Why won't you just stay dead?!"

"600? Has it only been that many," a second, yet more sinister voice called out, "Well, you'd better hope your life is the last one taken in this war, or I'll take even more."

"You are a monster! Do you hear me, A MON-"

A sword was heard, piercing through armor and flesh alike, letting blood spill onto the ground.

"600 lives I'll take, break, and when I kill you," the sinister voice hissed whilst twisting the blade into the soldier's body, "My deed will be done. My goal will be complete. Yet, there is much more that I can do now that I think about it."

The voice then pulled his blade out of the man, letting his body fall to the ground with the armor clattering against each other. The figure looked around the field, seeing many bodies strewn on the field. Monstrous bodies, and ones that looked human, yet had different wings on their backs, white feathered Angel wings, black feathered Fallen Angel wings, or blackened wings of Devils. All of these bodies have one thing in common, they were lying dead in a giant pool of blood that was caused by the man standing unscathed.

The man who was clad in black with gold accents, evil looking armor heard the choking voice of the man he had just stabbed, "Don't bother trying to stop me now. You're dying now. Escape was not allowed, so you won't live through this day."

He stood over the dying man, who had white feathered Angel wings on his back, and pointed his blade at the Angel's throat, "Now die."

Thrusting the blade down, an overwhelming darkness took over the entire battlefield, and the blade was soon taken from the man's hands.

Y/n woke up from his slumber, sweating and panting from the dream he just had.

"What was that? Why are these dreams back," Y/n held his head in his hands, "God I need to relax."

Once he had regained his breath, he looked to the bottle of water from the night before, and drank what was left. His throat was parched, thankfully the water was enough for that moment. Tossing the covers off his legs, the cold air in his room quickly surrounded them. He felt the cold air around him, yet he didn't shiver. He preferred his room this way.

His alarm soon went off, kicking in his instinct to turn it off and sigh, "School. Let's get it over with."

His feet came in contact with the carpeted floor, and his legs carried him to the closet. He pulled it open with one hand, and the other pulled out a set of clothes, one for a school that his now dead parents had enrolled him in. He first showered, letting the water hit his body and wash off the sweat he had worked up in his sleep. Once he was finished, he shook off what water he could out of his hair, and stepped out onto a towel he laid on the floor.