Highschool DxD X Male reader

Prologue

Key:
(Y/N)- First Name
(E/C)- Eye Color
(H/C)- Hair Color
(F/C)- Favorite Color
(H/L)- Hair Length
(S/C)- Skin Color
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Central Hyrule

Third person P.O.V...

He did it. The mission to kill a demon general was complete. Rescuing the angel prisoners was a plus. Those were the thoughts of a wounded (h/c) teen as he laid against some rubble, bleeding from the death match against the demon general known as Ganondorf. A open wound that bled on his side. The angels bowed their heads. "Where is he?" a soft voice demanded as a beautiful goddess appeared. She pushed though the crowd of angels before making it to the wounded knight. "(Y/n)." she gasped before running up to him.

The (h/c) boy looked up with his tired (e/c) eyes at the goddess that ran to him. "Hylia." (y/n) whispered with a tired smile appearing. Hylia's blonde hair was thrown in the wind along with her beautiful white dress. She made it to his side. She crouched next to him. "You're going to be fine (y/n), I'm sure of it." she said as tears appeared. (Y/n) frowned as he saw the tears. "Please don't cry." (y/n) croaked as he looked into her tearful emerald eyes. He raised one of his hands and placed it on her soft cheek and used his thumb to wipe the tear away. He couldn't move his other hand due to the weight of the <Master Sword> in his hand.

They both heard footsteps approaching. They both turned to look. Michael, hylia's father, approached with a saddened look. Hylia stayed at (y/n)'s side. "Your Highness." the (h/c) boy croaked. "You have fought well, (Y/n). You can now rest." michael said. The young knight felt his body become numb. His strength, leaving him. 'I feel no pain.' the young man thought as he stared into the blondes emerald eyes. 'But. At least, my spirit will be beside her... forever.' he thought as his eyes closed, having had died from blood loss.

"(Y/n)?" hylia whimpered. The (h/c) haired boy had became limp in her arms. "(Y/n)!" she screamed as tears fell. "You have been though so much." she whispered. "Your life was occupied with blame and suffering." she whispered as she stared at the <Master Sword>. "I watched and felt your pain like a knife going though my body." she whispered as tears fell.
"I'll make sure that you're heroic and gentle spirit lives on... I promise." she whispered as she kissed his forehead. Some of the angels were surprised by this act of affection. 'When the world is in danger... you will be reborn.' she thought as she grabbed the <Master Sword> from the knights hand. 'Then... maybe I will see you again without being in a war.' she thought as she took the sword to a safe place.
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This is the start of a idea story that I wanted to try. I hope everyone enjoy's it.