Unexpected Bloom [OCs X Highschool DXD]

Chapter 16

The air hung thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackled in the darkness outside the Church of God. Aebelle, her white hair haloed by the faint moonlight, addressed Melvin, the human hunter who had joined their unlikely alliance. His usually stoic face was etched with a grim determination, a stark contrast to his normally jovial demeanor.

"Hey, Melvin, right? Are you sure that you don't need your sisters?" Aebelle asked, her voice soft but laced with genuine concern. Melvin's sisters, Echo and her siblings, were known for their ferocity, a perfect complement to his own combat skills.

"I saw that creep exorcist slash Echo's arm when we first fought him," Melvin growled, his eyes flashing with a cold fury. "We all saw him rip Asia's robes off of her and shoot her in the leg. I'm making sure it doesn't happen again." He wasn't just hunting devils anymore. This was personal.

Issei, his usual boisterous energy momentarily subdued, approached the heavy wooden doors of the church. With a guttural roar, he channeled his Boosted Gear, the crimson energy engulfing his fist as he launched a powerful punch into the ancient wood. The impact was deafening, the doors splintering into pieces and showering the entryway with shards of wood.

Inside, startled priests scrambled back, their faces a mixture of surprise and fear. Among them were Cain, a towering figure with a stern countenance, and Charmaine, her normally composed features twisted in a grimace. A few unfamiliar faces, presumably new recruits to their twisted cause, stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with shock.

"Who the hell are you?!" Cain bellowed, his voice echoing through the suddenly chaotic hall.

Issei smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. "You must be scared about us being on the move," he replied, his confidence unwavering.

Charmaine stood speechless, her mind reeling from the sudden intrusion.

Silas, a slender figure with an unsettling calmness, stepped forward, his expression a mask of cold calculation. "Not yet..." he murmured, his voice a low hiss.

With a swift gesture, he ushered Cain and Charmaine into a side room, leaving the remaining priests to face the onslaught.

"Ready!?" Kiba's voice sliced through the tense silence, his normally calm demeanor replaced with a fierce battle cry.

And then, the chaos erupted.

The ensuing clash was a whirlwind of motion, a chaotic ballet of sacred gear and divine power against corrupted faith and fallen grace.

Issei, fueled by the Boosted Gear, unleashed a barrage of powerful blows. He moved with a frenetic energy, his attacks a blur of crimson light, overwhelming the priests with sheer power. His devil-enhanced strength and stamina made him a force to be reckoned with, easily dispatching several priests with a combination of brutal strikes and well-timed kicks.

Kiba, with his twin blades, moved with impossible speed and grace. His movements were a blur, a symphony of steel and precision. Each strike was calculated, and each parry was flawless. He danced through the melee, expertly deflecting attacks and landing swift, debilitating blows. His enhanced speed and reflexes made him a formidable opponent, able to outmaneuver and overpower multiple priests simultaneously.

Koneko, the petite neko, moved with a surprising ferocity. Despite her small stature, her claws were deadly weapons, capable of shredding through flesh and bone. She moved like a phantom, her movements swift and deadly. She took on multiple opponents at once, each strike calculated to disable or incapacitate, relying on her enhanced strength and agility to overcome her opponents.

Aebelle, the innocent sword angel, unleashed the power of her Sacred Gear. Her sword, blessed by the heavens, shone with a blinding radiance, each swing capable of dispersing the darkness and repelling the fallen. Her movements were graceful but decisive, and every strike was precise and powerful. Though new to combat, her inherent purity and the power of her Sacred Gear made her a formidable opponent, striking fear into the hearts of her opponents.