[Hiatus?] The Gear Of Gods [High School DXD X OP!Reader]

Prologue

Note: Issei Hyoudou and Yuuto Kiba are genderbent, and Rias isn't a bitch. Y'all cool with that? Also any other genderbends?

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Second person POV

You wanted to yell out.

You wanted to make a noise.

Yet no sound came out.

All air was draining from your lungs, being replaced by blood, yet you were so close to being saved. Not even fifty meters away was the mysterious girl with red hair. Rias Gremory, she was seemingly saving Isa, but you couldn't get their attention.

You couldn't make a noise, you couldn't move a muscle. "This is how I die, a damn virgin, I can't even say goodbye to my girls. Life's a bitch huh?" You think to yourself.

Your following wasn't too big, compared to people like Rias or Yumi (Kiba) that is. Throughout your time in Kuoh, you had many a relationship with your fangirls. What could you say? You were a pubescent teen.

You relaxed against the tree behind you as Rias disappeared with Isa, there was no way to save yourself, why waste your energy? You chuckle quietly, or rather you attempt to, in reality you just quietly vomit some blood.

A "BDSM looking slut", as you put it, impaled you for witnessing him murder Isa, who you were trying help on a date, yeah, she's bisexual apparently. You had to admit, part of you was kind of glad your life ended right now, whatever you would have been dragged into after surviving this probably wouldn't have been worth it.

At least Isa made it through, she was quickly becoming one of your favorites in your following. Hell, you are going to ask her out, then that bitch; Yuuma Amano; got in between you and some of the biggest pair of tits at school! Isa was a huge pervert but she was kind under that exterior, you could tell...

Or was that just your other head talking?

Who knows?

"Look at me, I'm dying, yet all I'm thinking of is girls. Priorities are in order as always!" You chuckle inwardly, finally feeling the last of consciousness fading.

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"I'm alive?" Holding up a hand to block the sun from your eyes, you look down and notice a large, blood covered hole in your shirt, yet the skin underneath appeared to bear no damage at all. You get up and stretch a bit in hopes to stop your bones aching, surprisingly it stops as soon as the thought enters your head.

You trudge forwards, in the direction of your house, gaining many worried, concerned, and scared looks from those passing by, probably due to the giant hole surrounded by blood in your shirt. A normal person would likely be concerned with these looks, you however, after seemingly surviving death, were too deep in thought to care.

Arriving home, you throw your shirt on the floor and lay on your bed, eyes closed, pondering what the fuck was going on. "Well... that happened I suppose...?"

"Indeed it did" Assuming you're either dead or dreaming, you decide not to scream at this new voice coming out of nowhere. "Are you trying to give him a heart-attack?! You can't just come in out of nowhere and act like you've known him since birth!"

"But I hav-" The second voice quickly interrupts. "BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW YOU!" At this point you're staring at the ceiling, a look of confusion upon your face. Only one word coming to your mind: "What...?"

The second voice lets out a large sigh before stating: "Look kid, I'm Lucifer, yes, THE Lucifer, the other asshat in your head is THE God-" "Hey!" "Shut up. No this isn't a dream, and congrats, you are now the most powerful being in existence. We need your help to sort out some stray fallen angels. And possibly some other things..."

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"Sounds like the author was struggling to come up with a way to write this bit" You complain.

End Of Prologue