Winds of Change (DxD)

Volume 7 - Chapter 4 - The Proof of a True Hero*

Word count: 41k

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Third Person Point of View

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That man was born without anything to himself. He was born with a weak and fragile body that did not have any demonic energy in it, so he was shunned by his own father, and by those around him. His only ally and solace was his own mother.

This young man tried to fit in, but because of his unique circumstances no one paid him mind—no one wanted to be his friend. Eventually, he and his mother were sent away to the countryside where they lived their days peacefully...that was until tragedy struck.

The Devil Sleep Disease is a unique disease to devils that afflicts both ordinary and noble Devils. When devils develop this disease, they fall into a deep sleep and won't be able to wake up. Then their bodies gradually starts to become weak, and they will meet death.

To the young Sairaorg Bael, his mother, Misla Bael contracted the disease and before she fell into her deep slumber, she made a single promise to her son.

—To become stronger than anyone else.

This was the promise he made to his mother. Sairaorg held onto that promise as he didn't want an unfair world where anyone he held dear would be subjected to the hardships he had to face. However, a miracle happened and he didn't have to go through it all alone.

After training for many years, and building his body up from nothing, he faced a certain haughty female devil. To the young Sairaorg Bael, it was just another noble devil who was brought up with everything they wanted—someone he would eventually put down with those rugged and ugly fists of his.

"You! State your name!" the young woman demanded.

The young girl was tall in height, with straight waist-length blue hair that had bangs split on both sides. She had deep purple eyes and she wore lavish and extravagant female noble attire. Beside her was her butler who looked indifferent as he stared at Sairaorg.

"I am under no obligation to tell you that!" Sairaorg replied defiantly. At this point in his life, he hadn't gathered a peerage yet. He was still yet to receive his [Evil Pieces], but he would have to receive them through a ceremony.

Sairaorg's defiant nature left the young lady speechless as she stood there, mouth agape and staring at the young Bael who had his arms crossed. The butler was amused by the situation so he decided not to interfere here.

"Y-you...!" she shouted and aimed her hand towards him while holding an umbrella with the other. A ball of demonic energy formed in front of her and flew towards Sairaorg.

The young Bael had been training for this very moment, his eyes sharpened and he pulled his arm back. To the shock of both the young lady and the butler, the young man threw his fist forward and hit the demonic ball—obliterating it.

'...A young man recklessly training on top of a certain mountain. His fists shake those very mountains as he desperately chases after something...could this young man be...?' thought the butler as he stared at Sairaorg.

Sairaorg in an instant appeared in front of the young lady who was surprised and fell on her back. She stared up at Sairaorg with fear in her eyes.

"Remember this well, because these fists will eventually be known throughout the Underworld. I am Sairaorg Bael—the man that will become a Satan one day!" he declared.

'It is him! The Bael who wasn't born with the [Power of Destruction]! Because of this he has trained his body—those fists to be able to destroy demonic energy at such a young age!' the butler was surprised and giddy at the same time, but knew he had to step in.