The One Bathed in White (DxD)

Regret

Y/N gazed down at the unconscious Venelana, a storm of thoughts raging through his mind. Yasaka had been taken. Kunou had been taken. Venelana was barely clinging to life, and for all he knew, Hecate had been killed.

The rest of the Olympian gods were out of commission. Hundreds of citizens were either dead or wounded, their homes reduced to ashes in the attack. Olympus had been laid to waste. Zeus, their supreme god, had been murdered.

And now, Y/N was the last one standing.

The muscles in his neck tensed as his jaw clenched. His sword began to hum with a radiant glow, his magic surging as he lifted it high toward the heavens.

"Incinerating Shooting Star," he growled, his voice thick with fury.

A blazing white beam of spiritual energy shot from the tip of his sword, streaking into the sky as Y/N released a roar of raw emotion—rage, grief, and regret. The skies trembled in response. Once the beam had dissipated, Y/N placed a hand to his throat, imbuing his voice with magic as he began to speak.

"Citizens of Olympus," his voice thundered, echoing through the ruined streets, filling every corner of the city.

"Today, our home has been ravaged."

Throughout the decimated landscape, Satyrs dug through the rubble, desperately trying to free a crying child trapped beneath the debris. Others stopped what they were doing, turning their gaze upward to the source of the voice.

"Our loved ones taken. Our very existence threatened."

A son wept over the broken body of his father, his tears soaking cold, lifeless skin. His sister cradled their baby brother, too young to understand the loss.

"I know you are afraid. I know you think this is the end."

All eyes rose toward the peak of Olympus, where Y/N stood—his figure a shining beacon of light, glowing with an otherworldly power.

"But we will not be broken here! We are Olympians! We are Greeks!"

Y/N's power surged outward, rippling through the city, washing over its broken citizens. His energy carried a healing warmth, mending their wounds, soothing their spirits. Bones knit back together, cuts and bruises vanished, and the grief-stricken felt a glimmer of hope return.

"We will mourn our dead, but their memories will remain with us. Their sacrifice will not be in vain—that, I promise you!"

Warmth spread through the hearts of the people, their despair turning to determination. Y/N's words filled them with a renewed strength.

"The enemy has taken from me, just as they have taken from you. But because of that, I will hunt them down. I will exact vengeance!"

A fire of hope was ignited within Olympians, the Heart regaining it's light as it's citizens spirits were rekindled. Together they began to stand taller, to dig deeper, their resolve hardening. "We will rebuild Olympus! We will rise from the ashes of this attack! Let our enemies tremble beneath the roar of our fighting spirit! Let Olympus endure—for eternity!"

Y/N's voice roared with fierce intensity, his conviction unshakeable. The citizens of Olympus erupted into cheers, their hearts alight with hope and fury. They surged back to their efforts with newfound vigor, working to save their comrades, to rebuild their fallen city.

And they knew, deep in their souls, that even if the gods were silent, Y/N would stand beside them. He would lead them through the darkness. He would ensure that Olympus would not fall.