Highschool DxD: Gods (Xenovia x Male! Saiyan! Reader)

Karnstein

(y/n) woke up with a jolt as he woke up in a bed unfamiliar to his own. In fact, when he looked around the room, he noticed that all of it was unfamiliar. He seemed to be in a room with a sort of gothic vibe going on. Not wanting to leave up to the imagination on wherever he was, he quickly jumped out of the bed but ended up falling onto the floor. His legs had buckled underneath him and the sound of his bare chest hitting the floor made a loud sound. He sat up on the floor and let his head lie on the side of the bed, letting his memory slowly flow back. 

"I'm alive..." sighed (y/n), running his hands through his black hair, "One God dies and another takes his place..." 

He heard the door behind him open and he shot up to see who it was. He wasn't able to stand upright on his own so he leaned on the bedpost to help his stance. He saw a young woman in the doorway looking in, but when they met eyes, she gasped and ran off. 

"W-Wait!" he yelled. 

He heard a bit of commotion outside the door before another young woman stepped in. This new woman was just as tall as Koneko and had pale white skin with blood-red eyes. 

"I know you!" exclaimed (y/n), "You're Elmenhilde Karnstein! You served as Issei's pawn during the Azazel Cup!" 

"And I know you, Son (y/n), Devil-Saiyan," responded Elmenhilde coldly, "If you're ready, please join us downstairs... And put a shirt on, for God's sake." 

(y/n) blinked a few times as he processed what just happened. 

"Great..." he muttered as he stumbled over to a black shirt that had been neatly folded on a nearby chair. 

Before he could do anything else, one of Elmenhilde's maids came into the room and offered a crutch for (y/n) to use. He thanked her as she left him with a bow. He managed to make his way down to the foyer of the gothic-style mansion. The first thing he noticed was just how large this place was. If it wasn't for the occasional maids to help guide him, then he would have no problem getting lost in this labyrinth of a home. 

As one of Elmenhilde's servants led him down a long hallway, (y/n) managed to peek out a window to see Hell's purple sky. 

"I'm in Hell?" thought (y/n), "What in the world is happening?!" 

(y/n)'s guide stopped in front of a pair of white doors before opening them to reveal a grand dining room with Elmenhilde sitting at a small table. 

"She's expecting you..." said the servant in a small, but a respectful voice. 

He thanked her as he hobbled over and sat in front of the blond-haired vampire. 

"If I may ask..." 

"No. You may not," interrupted Elmenhilde, "Because I already know what a simpleton like you would ask someone like me." 

"Please. Enlighten me..." muttered (y/n) sarcastically. 

"Cut it with that tone!" yelled Elmenhilde as she took another sip of her tea.

(y/n) couldn't believe it. The woman keeping him safe was a loud-mouth brat. 

"You want to know what's happened since the fight with Loki." 

"Please." 

"Well... You died," said Elmenhilde, taking another sip of her tea, "Your heart stopped completly and Rias' bishop couldn't bring you back. But somehow, you miraculously woke up." 

 (y/n)'s heart twisted when he was reminded of that. He couldn't bear to think about his master's sacrifice and how he was going to repay that opportunity.