Lozan, a land filled of wonders and mysticality, where people live in tribes guided with their own personal spirits. But there was one boy, a boy orphaned in a young age, who had no spirit to guide him. He envied those with spirits, as they not just have them for guidance, but for company and support. The boy didn't have that, but he did have something much valuable at hand.
And as the days gone by, the land started to dim, for a tribesman unleashed many of the corrupted spirits. As the spirits spread havoc high and low, the eldest spirit sent out someone, someone that could help them in this time of crisis. And low and behold, the spiritless boy became a man, and that man had something they need, something that he doesn't know of.
=Here His Tale Begins=
Waking up in the body of a Romani Archiman is acceptable. Getting 3rd and 1st True Magics is nice. Getting Beasts as pets - delightful. The world of DxD is unforgivable. It's a world where some teenagers who aren't even two decades old somehow mystically defeat the descendants of legendary heroes, ancient demons, powerful dragons, etc. Why does this happen? Simply because! Simply put, this world only makes sense because it doesn't. And now, I have to put up with the fact that I live here. Such pain. (DxDxMulti)