BMH camp (be my hero camp) was not your average camp. It was a competition. The spoils to the wins, as the rest were left to rot in the baground. Except, no one really knew what "spoils" implied. Some thought of riches, while other minds went to fame and well paying jobs. The blur made it all the more interesting and fight worthy. All everyone knew, was that it HAD to be to die for. As this was the camp's first year, the next step towards victory could be anything from geocaching to hunting. Safe to say, no one knew what they were doing. That's why when chief called out to them come join him, no one knew what to expect. In a world where the what's real and what's fake confuses many, where fantasy has blurred the lines between the real and the magic, two campers find themselves in a twisted situation that even fate couldn't have stopped.
Incoming: lgbtqia love, gore and cursing
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)