In the beginning of our reign there was not much, not much at all. But as we grew more powerful on our council the world became plentiful, full of life, trees, wolves, and most hated of all-Humans.
You see, we made humans to be caretakers of our council but once we dropped them where they were assigned to work they ran. Finding them was no problem, we had put trackers on their necks just in case they ran. We could've caught them but they had betrayed us so we banished them from our garden and sent them out into the barren desert.
What the humans didn't quite understand at that point was the ability of our trackers, each time a human imbedded with a tracker had a child, the child would then carry the tracker. We, the council, decided that if the humans lasted for 8 million years we would take five back, the five whose ancestors started it all, five kids, five stories, five kidnappings, and this is just the beginning...
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)