Wings of White | High School DxD X Male Angel Reader

Chapter 10: Torn Between Realms

The air crackled with tension as Y/N stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Raynare, who stood defiantly at the altar. Her black wings flared wide, shrouded in the sickly green glow of Asia's stolen Sacred Gear.

Raynare sneered, twirling the emerald light around her fingers. "Well Azriel, you have outdone yourself. Killing Dohnaseek and Mittelt would be impressive for the average Angel but an Angel of your status struggled with them before. And I am even stronger than they are now. So tell me, Azriel, do you really think you can defeat me now? I am empowered by the gift of healing itself! Even if you strike me down, I'll rise again—stronger every time. Thanks to the rings from your dead girlfriend, I'll ascend to the top ranks of Grigori and take my revenge on Heaven and Earth."

Y/N didn't respond. He tightened his grip on his blade, its radiant light shining brighter in the gloom. Without warning, he launched forward, his wings propelling him like a divine arrow. Their blades clashed in a flash of brilliance, light meeting corrupted energy in an explosive collision that sent shockwaves through the ruined church.

Raynare retaliated with a powerful sweep of her stolen power, releasing a torrent of emerald light that carved through the air. Y/N leaped high, his wings carrying him above the blast as it shattered the altar behind him. He descended with a thunderous strike, aiming for Raynare's heart, but she twisted away at the last second, her speed rivaling his own.

"You're fast," Raynare mocked, sending a volley of green orbs his way. They split into dozens of smaller projectiles, forcing Y/N to weave through the barrage. "But you're predictable, Azriel. You are still the same from thousands of years ago. You are blinded by your own naivety and it will be the death of you."

Y/N dodged each projectile with precision, his blade deflecting the last one back toward her. The orb exploded near her feet, forcing her back. "You speak of blindness," he said, his voice sharp with contempt, "but all I see is your arrogance. Asia's gift was not meant for your corruption."

Raynare hissed in anger, lunging at him with her spear of dark energy. Their weapons met in midair, sending another wave of force rippling through the room. They pushed against each other, locked in a deadly stalemate. His E/C eyes bored into hers, and for a fleeting moment, doubt flickered in her gaze.

With a sudden surge of strength, Y/N broke the lock, pivoting and delivering a swift kick to her abdomen. Raynare stumbled back, her wings flapping to steady herself, but Y/N pressed the advantage. His blade danced with holy light as he unleashed a relentless flurry of strikes, each one aimed to dismantle her defenses.

Raynare deflected as best she could, her corrupted power flickering with each impact. Desperation crept into her voice as she screamed, "You can't defeat me! I am going to be the strongest Fallen Angel of the Grigori! You're just a pawn of Heaven!"

Y/N's blade finally found its mark, slashing across her wing and sending her spiraling to the ground. "I am no pawn," he said, descending upon her. "I am justice."

Raynare struggled to rise, blood dripping from the torn feathers of her wings. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but her defiance hadn't waned. Summoning the last of her strength, she raised her hand, the green glow of Asia's Sacred Gear intensifying. "If I go down," she snarled, "I'm taking you with me!"

The energy coalesced into a blinding beam, aimed directly at Y/N. He stood his ground, his sword raised. With a roar, he swung his blade, slicing through the corrupted energy. The force of the clash sent Raynare hurtling backward, her body colliding with the ruined altar. She slumped to the ground, unconscious, the emerald glow fading from her hand as Asia's Sacred Gear fell inert.

The church fell silent, the echoes of their battle fading into nothingness. Y/N stood over Raynare's still form, his chest heaving as the adrenaline began to ebb. His grip on his sword slackened, and he gazed at the fallen angel with a mix of pity and disdain. "It's over," he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.