Weaving together

Destined Doom

"So, this is your home?" A floating creature, a spirit of sorts said, with a smile. It resembled a human but had the color of ice with armor on parts of its body. 

"Way different than Ravenloss, right?" A young man in his mid-teens said with a smile. A trench coat with white fur lining the collar and tattered tails danced with the breeze. 

"Yeah! But not in a bad way," The spirit said with a grin. 

"I'm not complaining as to why I got back here, but it's been a decade for me, and being in a teenage body is... different," 

"It felt the same when I used that body," The spirit hummed.

An embroidery of a sigil, of a dragon's head proudly presented itself on the back of the coat. A pair of gauntlets decorated his arms with green scale-like patterns decorating each part. A pair of crimson orbs proudly embedded in each pair glistened with the light of the moon. 

"Man, I was going to finally have a harem in lore!" The young man roared as silently as he could. Tears of bitter anguish streaked down his eyes. 

"I'm a bit disappointed in you," The spirit said with a sweatdrop. "Come on, Issei, we're back in your home," 

"Damn it, Aegis! This is way worse than getting sealed in ice!" Issei shouted with a pout. "I finally had a chance to build my harem and then it got taken away from me!" 

"And yet here you are, patrolling your home," The spirit said with a sigh. "Lady Elysia will be annoyed with you, you know," 

"Well, not like she can come with me. She has her duties as the newest high priestess of Dragons and in another timeline, she would have been here as well," Memories of a beautiful pink-haired young woman clad in gold-embroidered white robes appeared in his mind. Memories of the two of them along with several more people and dragons being taught by a beautiful woman appeared in his mind. 

"It's time to go back home," The spirit, Aegis, gently reminded the young man by his side. 

"Yeah," A finger snap echoed in the distance and the form of one Issei Hyoudou disappeared from view. 

Several minutes after his disappearance, a beautiful young woman with crimson hair flanked by several people appeared on the rooftop of a building. 

"Magic... someone used magic in our territory."

"It's different from what we know, more potent," A young woman with black hair in a bob cut replied, her bespectacled eyes analyzing the 'trails' of magic. 

"President, I smell death," A petite young woman with white hair said with narrowed eyes. "Death, fire, and Ice,"

"Interesting, this must be the same person taking care of all the strays in the area," The red-haired woman said with a smile. 

"The probability of them being the same person is low but the presence of magic is the same," The bespectacled woman said with a sigh. "The presence of this magic is similar to the ones present during a skirmish between Diodora Astaroth's forces and members of the church in Europe," 

"But evidently, the one in Kuoh is more... diverse," 

"The last Stray Devil we saw had numerous burns with holy magic of sorts and we coordinated with several members of the Grigori that it wasn't them," 

"So there is at least more than one mage operating in Kuoh not affiliated with the Grigori, the devils, and possibly the church," 

"Yes, a necromancer and a holy person," 

"This town would end up being a battlefield if they met," 

"That's why it will be up to us to stop them," 

"But still, a holy person in Kuoh," 

"Well, if it comes to that, a holy person should be able to be persuaded to help the people. After all, holy people should be virtuous," 

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At the same time, Issei Hyoudou, in his room sneezed as he sharpened a spear on his lap. Perched on a table, a bundle of green scales and intelligent crimson eyes looked up at the young man. 

Growls escaped the bundle as it looked at the human. 

"I'm fine, buddy. Someone was just talking about me," 

At the same time as well. In a location hidden from view. A young woman dressed in the clothes of a sister of the church sneezed loudly. White hair danced in the breeze of the garden while blue eyes looked at the 

"That perv must be talking about me again," A pair of white pupilless eyes looked up and met the blue orbs of the young woman. "He should be back on Earth now as well. Kuoh, Japan, one of the territories owned by the devil faction and managed by the sisters of Leviathan and Satan." 

A soft growl and chirp escaped the bundle of golden-white scales in front of her. 

"The Dragonlord of Doom," She whispered, a soft smile forming on her face as memories of a single man appeared in her mind. "The Fabled hero of Destiny," Memories of a young man with brown hair grinning at her as they hid in the bushes to play matchmaker with two people they saw as little siblings.  

A memory of both her and a man standing back-to-back as millions of undead surround them along with countless heroes and a certain paladin soloing at least 5 million of them by himself. 

Another growl from the bundle caught her attention. 

"What?! I am so not getting excited to meet him again!" 

Soft chirps echoed out in the garden while a beautiful young woman with golden hair and blue eyes raised a brow at the interaction between the sister of the church and the child dragon in front of her. 

In Japan, in another place instead of Kuoh, a figure sat in their crossed legs while taking slow deep breaths. Candles surrounded them in a circular formation as a bundle of red scales lounged lazily on a fluffy bed its size. Thunder roared upon the gray skies as their eyes opened.