In a land where the good and the bad are separated into two kingdoms, they each have a one ruler. The light side, where sun meets its highest point and the weather is always warm and beautiful, is soon to be ruled by Delany daughter of the light queen. Her brown hair and bright green eyes don’t exactly match those of her mothers, but she says thats what makes her special. Soon it would be coronation day for Delany, but she had other plans. The dark side had called out to here more than once, and she went to it. Occasionally she would disappear into the forest and make her way to the thorn snicket’s of the dark side. Her purple cloak, the source of her magic, had been torn at the hem from an recent unfriendly encounter with the creatures of the dark side. Her mother warned her never to venture out there, but thats where she met him.
In a family of five there isn't much room to decide who gets the throne. The dark side had come to a rather barbaric way of handling this situation. The 3 sons and two daughters were to fight to the death, to decide who would get the throne. Two survived this battle- Hunter and Elizabeth. Elizabeth never had to fight anyone to make it this far, she simply stepped down from the throne and said “I’m not up for this whole fighting thing, besides you’ll need me if all four die in battle and theres no one left.” That’s what Hunter admired most about his sibling. She was the only one he never really wanted to kill. Children of the dark side hold grudges for many years, even life times! Perhaps it is a terrible way to think of it, that if your sibling once did something you hated you could kill them later on in a battle for power, but the dark side messes with your mind. Common sense is what you lack when you cross over the border, and you get a sudden hankering for revenge.
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)