Y/n. A boy left at an orphanage at a young age and raised by the Hyoudou family after being adopted.
He lived a fairly normal life until the day that he and Issei are dragged by the arms into a world of the supernatural.
The rewrite that nobody ask...
Y/n stood before the tanned woman, who had introduced herself as Ingrid. Both of them bore serious expressions as Ingrid's hand hovered over her sword hilt.
Y/n was wary, he knew that using any of his sacred gears could give him an advantage in a normal fight, but from what he could tell, this woman was no joke.
Ingrid: "So you claim to be the antichrist. I unfortunately do not recognise you as the last I saw you, you looked far more demonic."
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Y/n: "So I assume you were watching the fight against Kokabiel?"
Ingrid: "Indeed. Normally I wouldn't pay any attention to such things, however the actual antichrist is another matter. Seeing such brutality given physical manifestation intrigued me, you see. As such, I wish to personally test you against my blade."
Y/n assessed the situation. On the one hand, the knight of hell was absolutely no pushover. Judging by her aura, she was going to be an extremely tough opponent. However on the other hand, he had his own power, while he wasn't able to entirely control it, it would more than suffice to overpower her...
Hopefully.
As such, Y/n nodded. Ingrid smirked before drawing a black-bladed sword from its scabbard. Y/n shut his eyes and focussed. It was then that he summoned his antichrist form by uttering a single chant.
Y/n: "Mortem ad patrem. Mortem filio. Mortem ad spiritum sanctum."
Ingrid's smirk widened as the black flames of the antichrist swept up in the wind around them, forming an arena for the two to battle within.
Y/n: "This is what you wanted. Don't bother crying about it when I beat your ass."
Ingrid merely laughed in response.
Ingrid: "That's if you can keep up."
Y/n's eyes widened as Ingrid suddenly vanished before his eyes. It took him a split-second to realise that she was moving faster than he could perceive. He spun around just in time to catch Ingrid's sword before it struck him.
Ingrid: "So, you're able to tell where I am. But it's only once I've stopped!"
Y/n parried her next attack with a flame-cloaked arm. He then went for an attack of his own by slamming his hand onto the ground, causing black flames to erupt in a pillar around him.
When the smoke cleared however, Ingrid was still standing, albeit with a few singed items of clothing.
Ingrid: "Not bad. But you're ultimately still more of a power-type."
Y/n: "And you're a speed-type."
Ingrid: "My speed isn't my only strength. However I can't use my own flames against someone that's quite literally wreathed in fire."
Y/n chuckled before holding his right arm out.
Y/n: "Cykran! We're fusing our balance breaker with my antichrist form!"
