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...
Heaven. A realm for the souls of all those who had lived up to God's expectations. Here there was no sin, no pain and no sadness...
Until he came.
In a fit of uncontainable fury, the primordial demon of pride marched with his legions on the gates of heaven. The guards posted there stood no chance as they were mercilessly slaughtered. Untold thousands of angels were recalled from other battles to fight against Samael's legion of vengeful devils.
The demon of pride stood in black and gold armour at the head of his legion as they held position at the gates.
For three months they would hold the line at the gates. He wasn't about to let some feathered parasites infest this world anymore. Corson would be avenged, of that there would be no doubt.
As darkness settled around the bastion the devils had set up, Samael stood watch. He knew the angels wouldn't let this stand for long.
His hunch was verified as his sister approached, an angel that Samael had sworn to face personally should she appear to fight.
Samael: "Azrael."
Azrael: "Hello, brother."
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Azrael stood silently as Samael gave her a cold glare. His eyes were glazed over with anger, however Azrael was uninterested in such emotions. She was the angel of death after all.
However she did not come to fight. She needed only do as her title suggested in order to win the battle and crush the bastion after all.
Azrael: "I'm impressed you've held this position for so long, brother."
Samael: "I'm surprised you didn't just start singing. Yours is the song that announces death after all. What's your game, sister? Trying to get me to go back to the underworld without incident?"
Azrael: "Under normal circumstances, I would. However I understand your motivations behind this crusade of yours. If I were to try and fight you off, you would simply return and gain more ground. That is how you are after all, Samael. For every inch of ground lost in one battle, you gain miles in the retaliatory strike. Besides, I would not insult Corson's memory in such a fashion."
Samael's eyes flashed crimson in his fury as he crushed a piece of rubble in his hand.
Samael: "THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ALLOW THOSE ANGELS TO DO WHAT THEY DID!? Why not just do the usual and announce their deaths there and then!?"
Azrael: "Samael, I had no control over those angels. You know as well as I do that I only involve myself if heaven itself is under threat."
Samael's glare was full of primordial fury, however Azrael did not see it. She was blindfolded after all. A personal choice of hers. She saw no evil, making her job of announcing death far easier.
