Game Over? Nope, Second Chance! (Terrarian Male Reader X Highscool DxD)

Chapter 12: Quiet After the Storm

Y/n's eyes burned, it felt like they were facing a blinding, white light without being able to close them. Despite the dull ache in his legs, his teared fingers, and the exhaustion, he remained standing. There was something he had to take care of before succumbing to exhaustion.

Kalawarner, watching everything unfold before her wide-eyed, didn't know whether to attack or run away, whether to take a chance or cower. Pride, a constant companion of fallen angels, told her to take the chance, to strike him while he was vulnerable. But every cell of her body screamed danger as she looked at the grunting figure before her.

"Ngh! Gaaah! What is– happening to me!?" He rasped, clutching his eyes tightly. The tears that once filled his eyes evaporating, making steam rise as he staggered to the fallen angel. He picked up the church pew on which Kalawarner had just sat, his fingers carving in the rotten wood, and swung it as if it were a club.

He forced his eyes open, the scenario becoming clear again.

"What are you?!" She asked as she saw his eyes. She saw how they glowed an otherworldly green. The way how they took on her, the look of a predator on prey, sent a cold chill down her spine. Her grip on her spear of light wavering, then tightening resolutely. She wouldn't cower after saying all that. She was a fallen angel, for fuck's sake! Not a half-assed school bully.

"Kalawarner..." He growled, his voice dripping with hate. The little confidence she mustered before faded, as if it was never there. He took a step forward, then another, and so on until he was charging at her.

Kalawarner flinched, throwing her spear desperately. Her movements were miscalculated, the spear missed him by a shameful great distance. She took flight, going up to keep a safe distance. She saw an emerald chain passing just beside her, then a strong grasp on her feet. Next thing she knew, the world was spinning. Y/n sent her rocketing to the ground, the impact made dust and debris go up. Kalawarner didn't waste time, and healed her body with Twilight Healing.

"You'll give that back..." Y/n declared, his voice a low growl. Her eyes darted around, trying to spot any signs of Y/n around. She saw, there, by the church's entrance, as two green glowing points seemed to be staring at her very soul.

"Or what, freak?!" She challenged, a choice she promptly regretted of even thinking.

"Or I'll rip it off your dead corpse." Kalawarner froze, his voice was threateningly close, a whisper, just beside her left ear. A kick was dealt to the side of her head, sending her to a wall. Y/n's leg ached by the raw force of that kick. Dealing hard blows in knight form wasn't the best idea, but he couldn't care less.

He propelled at the fallen angel in a blur, so fast he couldn't see the spear of light aimed at his face. He moved left, just in time to avoid getting his face pierced, sacrificing his right arm in its place.

The burning sensations he felt after being stabbed by them, in that house and on the rooftop, now felt immensely more painful. Was it because of his devil form? He suspected so. He didn't recall Rias mentioning anything about devil's weaknesses.

He forced himself up, his legs aching in protest. He gripped the spear in his hand, pulling it off in a swift motion.

"It's useless now," He glanced up to her, hovering just a few feet above. "Light is like poison to devils, and seeing as you're a low-class, your body won't be able to endure it for long." She chuckled maliciously.

"Then, I'll just have to beat the shit out of you before that." He countered. Her seemingly advantage now turning against her, she summoned more spears, one in each hand. Y/n now had a time limit before his body succumbed to the light's poisonous effect, he had a reason to let out all this newfound power.