The Witcher: DXD

The Job

Everywhere he went, the smell of blood always seemed to follow him. It was something he could never fully rid himself of, no matter how hard he tried. It was like a curse, one that he hoped to one day lift but not today or anytime soon for that matter.

Even now, the smell of blood stained his hands as he carried a decapitated Wendigo head towards his contractors - the illustrious Huldra brothers.

"There you go! One intact Wendigo head. Don't know why you guys would want it, though." He proclaimed to the brothers as he slammed the beasts, still bleeding, head down onto the table. "Now, my payment, please."

"Don't get yer panties in a twist!" Brok barked, his blue-skinned fingers caked with soot as he fished out a leather bag from a cluttered workbench and slammed it down on the table while his other hand grabbed the Wendigo's head. "Always a pleasure doing business with ya, Hyoudou!"

Without another word, Hyoudou grabbed his bag of coins and turned to leave before he heard Brok's brother, Sindri, call out to him.

"Hold up there, Issei, before you leave, we wanted to give you something."

"What is it?" Issei asked as his eyes narrowed. Rarely did gifts come without strings attached, and he knew the Huldra brothers weren't the type to hand them out lightly.

Instead of answering, Sindri rummaged beneath the desk and pulled out a strange, beautifully crafted axe.

It was a magnificent weapon-one that seemed to hold a power of its own. The double-edged blade was forged from dark metal that had an almost obsidian sheen, its surface covered in intricate, golden inlays forming a pattern like constellations set against a night sky. The edges gleamed with a dangerous sharpness, perfect for cleaving through foes with ease.

At the centre of the blade, where it met the haft, was a golden crest of interlocking arcs-a symbol of strength and unity. The handle was a rich, deep red wood, polished to perfection, with gold veins winding down its length in elegant curves. Near the base of the handle, mysterious symbols were intricately carved, each one emitting a faint magical aura, suggesting the weapon held more than just raw strength.

The pommel ended in a twisted, bronze-like design, shaped like a snarling beast's head, giving the axe an intimidating presence. It was a weapon of legend, one built to last through ages and wielded only by those who were truly worthy of its might.

"Here. After doing so many jobs for us, we thought we'd make you something that would forever symbolise our partnership."

Issei smiled as he accepted the weapon, "Does it have a name?" He asked as he took a moment to admire the axe's blade.

"Leviathan."

'How fitting.' He thought as he placed the axe onto his back. Who knows when it'll come in handy, but he was glad to have it nonetheless.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Issei asked as he turned back to face to the two dwarven brothers as he scanned their stock for anything useful he could buy.

Brok shook his head. "Not that I can remember but my brother does!" He replied as he jerked his thumb over to a very nervous looking Sindri.

"Right, yes. I nearly forgot to tell you this but... a Fallen came to see us." The dwarf began as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. Issei arched an eyebrow at this but gestured for the dwarf to continue his story, "He said that he had some urgent business with you and wanted us to point him in your general direction."

"And? Did you?"

"Nope." Sindri replied before pointing over to a bench, "We told him that he could wait around over there for a bit because we knew you'd be back soon any way."