We are taught that strength is what keeps us alive.
So he became strong.
Strong enough to endure the battlefield. Strong enough to command men into hell and lead them back out. Strong enough to win a war that should have destroyed him.
They called h...
Venelana: (smiling) Alright, how about the tale of Y/N... also known as the Hellfighter?
Rias: Ooooh! That sounds scary!
Venelana: He was scary... to devils, angels, and even the fallen. But he was just one man. No magic, no wings. Just rage, grit, and a mission.
Back when the three factions fought constantly, humans were always caught in the middle. Y/N had enough. He raised an army and charged into the underworld and heaven. Fighting for them all. Nobody could stop him. Not generals, not sacred weapons, not even magic.
He didn't want power. He wanted peace.
And he got it.
The leaders of all three factions signed a treaty, just to please him.
Rias: (whispering) ...Do you think he's still out there?
Venelana: Maybe. Sleep tight, sweetheart. And remember, sometimes, one person can change everything.
Somewhere in Nevada
Y/N: Hrm?
Issa: SURPRISE!
Damned. Nearly shot her eye off. Can't even sleep without the girl interrupting me.
Y/N: Who's dying?
She barged in here holding a tray of coffee and cake with sparkler candles, in full school uniform.
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Issa: NO ONE, YOU MANIAC! IT'S FATHER'S DAY!
Y/N: What kind of sick op uses cakes as bait?
Issa: It's not a trap, you paranoid fossil. I made you breakfast! And this cute little mug that says "#1 Dad." See? Awesome!
I lowered my revolver. Since when was I a father exactly?
Y/N: You know waking me up is dangerous. I could've put a hole in your brain by reflex.
Issa: (grinning) You're lucky you're cute when you're homicidal.
Y/N: Flattery's a tactic. I taught you that.
Issa: And you taught me to load an AR-15 at age 8. Let me have this.
Cheeky girl. The cake has no doubt been bought at a bakery. Issa's cooking skills are similar to mine. Meaning she can't cook.
