DxD : Emiya Shirou

"Perverts." A voice to my left interjected. I turned to find Koneko sitting on a sofa that she was sharing with Kiba. There was a plate of Yokan, a type of traditional type of Japanese sweet, before her. 

Having said her part, she now turned back towards her interrupted meal.

...

"Now, now, Koneko, you make it sound like that's a bad thing." Akeno covered the smile that was starting to form behind her hand, "I'll have you know that being a little Perverted can be a good thing. Especially when there is someone there to...discipline you."

Koneko just stared at her silently for five full seconds before deadpanning. "Pervert."

Which just caused Akeno to laugh.

"Other than that Issei should have been nothing more than an ordinary if troublesome student." Rias continued after Akeno stopped her laughter. "That was at least until sometime last year when we were able to discover he had a Sacred Gear. 

It was nothing but pure luck that we found out about it, the boy's magical presence was so small that he's almost invisible to our senses. It was only because Akeno happened to bumped into him while he was being chased by the Kendo club that she even noticed it at all.

"While that was enough to catch my interest, I wasn't willing to risk an Evil Piece over him until I had identified what kind of Sacred Gear he possessed. 

With the abysmal amount of Mana he had in him, it would have had to be a powerful Sacred Gear to make him a worthwhile investment. 

But unfortunately, the very same lack of magical presence that caused us not to notice him for so long prevented us from properly identifying the Sacred Gear.

"Truthfully it ended up becoming so troublesome that we decided to simply sit on the matter and hoped the Issei's natural Magical supply would develop with time as he continued to grow and physically mature."

"Which ended up blowing up in our faces" Akeno added.

Rias just nodded in agreement while massaging her forehead, "That boy has the most abysmal magic reserves I have ever heard of. I have seen newborn toddlers with more magic than him, human toddlers. 

Even after almost a full year of waiting the amount of Mana within him didn't seem to increase at all, or at least not enough for either Akeno or me to notice. The only upside was that I now knew that turning him into a bishop was off the table."

"So what changed?" I questioned. "If you still failed to identify his Sacred Gears then why has he suddenly become important?"

"His scent," Rias said with a victorious smile, "While we couldn't identify his Sacred Gear through magic, we got lucky again and discovered that he's Sacred Gear was producing a distinctly unique scent."

"It was all thank to Koneko here." Kiba speaking for the first time since we entered the club room. "After she enrolled as a freshman, she began to notice the scent of a supernatural creature on school grounds that didn't belong to any of the Devils or their familiars. She traced the scent and found that it leads to Issei."

"What kind of scent are we talking about?" I asked, wondering what the big deal is.

"A Dragon," Rias answer and though she tried to hide it, there was a tone of reverence and wonder in her voice, "Hyoudou Issei has the scent of a Dragon."

Oh! Well, that changed everything.

In my world Dragons were the pinnacle of all Phantasm Species, the strongest among the strong. Even the weakest among Dragons had the power to potentially singlehandedly destroy a country. They were literal extensions of the world that were given intelligence and a physical form.

By nothing more than breathing they were capable of generating Prana, effortlessly generating an almost unmatched amount of magical energy. 

I was once told that Saber had some Dragon blood within her and that it allowed her to generate an obscene amount of Prana that, if you compared a Magus's body to a single machine capable of generating magical energy, then her body would be an entire factory mass producing it. 

That was how much of a difference introducing Dragon blood to a human could make.

In this world, I had discovered Dragons were pretty much the same. Except where in my world the strongest Dragon could bring ruin to the entire planet, Dragons here were capable of ruling entire dimensions.

There was a reason why the two most powerful beings in this universe were Dragons. Hyoudou Issei having a Dragon based Sacred Gear had just skyrocketed his importance from a 'normal human' to a 'potentially dangerous' one in the eyes of the world.

"That's not even the best part." Rias Gremory seemed to almost vibrate with excitement. "There are only two known Dragon-based Sacred Gears that are powerful enough to give off such a scent when still in their dormant state."

"The Two Heavenly Dragons," I answered for which she nodded in agreement. "And this generation's White Dragon Emperor has been found and recruited by the Fallen Angel Faction, which means that Issei has-"

"Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor." She finished the sentence for me. "That's right, Hyoudou Issei is this generation's Red Dragon Emperor and the wielder of the Boosted Gear."

"I see." At least now it's making a bit more sense why she went through the trouble of protecting Issei from being expelled. He had a Longinus within him after all. Still.

"As interesting as this all is, what does it have anything to do with the Fallen? And considering your enthusiasm to the idea, why haven't you attempted to recruit Issei yet?"

"The answers to both of those questions are actually closely linked." Resting her elbows on her knees, Rias leaned forward while steepling her hands. "Have you ever heard of the Valantime incident?

I shut my eyes as I finally had an idea of what she was trying to imply, and I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like where this was going, "I see."

Valantime was the name of a city in the Underworld. It was once a fairly prosperous place despite being one of the smaller cities in the region. It owed its good fortune to be one of the only places that bridged the Underworld to the human world. 

Its population was a little under a million but it was expected to grow quickly as new people continued to move into the city. It had earned the nicknamed 'The Desert Flower' for it was a city that bloomed in the harsh dry region it called home.

But that over ninety years ago. Today Valantime was a completely different place.

Today, that city was a wasteland.

Exactly 92 years ago, the City of Valantime was brought to ruin by the rampaging of the wielder of the Sacred Gear Divine Dividing, The White Dragon Emperor. 

The exact details leading up to the incident was never discovered, however, what is known is that a Devil, the sole living member of the Gamigin, was able to discover and recruit a human that was the wielder of the Divine Dividing into his Peerage.

Not much was known about the human in question or at least nothing of any real importance. But what was known was that after being reincarnated he was identified as bearing the Sin of Pride. This came as a surprise to no one. Dragons, after all, had always been the prideful creatures.

The details were lost, but it appeared that an argument broke out between Gamigin and the wielder of the Divine Dividing. When Gamigin lost his patience and tried to force the wielder to submit using his status as his master as leverage, well that was when everything began to go to hell.

A Dragon's Pride will never allow them to willingly bend their knee to anyone, not even other Dragons. That was something Gamigin soon discovered when the wielder attacked him. 

The fight soon began to grow as the rest of the Peerage jumped and tried to pull the wielder off their master. 

In response, the wielder activated his Balance Breaker and soon what began as a small fight between Peerage members escalated to an almost city-wide fight as more and more Devils were brought him in order to subdue him.

It reached the point where one of the Maous was summoned to stop him, and that was when the real disaster struck. The wielder already beginning to feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies, panicked when he caught sight of the approaching Maou. Trapped and cornered he became desperate and made what was perhaps the stupidest decision he possibly could have.

He activated the Juggernaut Drive.

And that was that.

His rampaged could no longer be stopped, not even by the Maou. Not without destroying everything else in the area along with him. 

All they could do evacuate as many people as they could from the city. For two full hours, the White Dragon Emperor raged and in his rage, he brought calamity onto the city. 

For two full hours, all in the vicinity could hear his madden howls of hatred and anguish. When at last he stopped, the wielder was found dead in the middle of what once was a city, the force of his power draining him of his life.

It took weeks before they were able to accurately tally the total losses of the disaster. 

They found that over the course of a single night over two-hundred thousand Devils were killed, the equivalent of billions of dollars worth of property was lost, the bridge between the Human and Underworld was irreparably damaged, and the last surviving member of the Gamigin Clan, one of the 72 Pillars had perished.

Not since the fight between the Two Heavenly Dragons during the Great War had the Devils suffused such a loss by a single being. The Devils had forgotten the might of the Dragons. They had forgotten why they should be feared.

Albion reminded them.

The Underworld learned to fear the wrath of a Dragon that day.

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