High School DxD: The Man Who Surpasses God

[ARTHUR'S POV]

"You know, I could've killed you in an instant when you attacked me."

I said, my voice calm but firm.

"But I didn't. Do you know why?" 

The werewolf snarled, its body trembling.

Fear?

Confusion?

I couldn't tell. 

"Because, first, I wanted to beat you using my own sheer strength, but you made me go serious. And second, I need answers."

I continued.

"I need to know if you're responsible for the disappearances. If you're not, then you get to walk away with your life. But if you are…" 

I raised my hand, summoning the spectral dragon skull.

Its glowing blue eyes locked onto the werewolf, a low growl rumbling from its jaws as it charged another plasma blast. 

"… I'll put you down like the rabid animal that you are." 

The werewolf flinched, lowering its head in submission.

"I… I understand! I yield!"

it said, its voice deep and raspy but unmistakably human. 

I raised an eyebrow.

"Good. Here's the deal, I'll remove the spears keeping you pinned, but only if you behave. Do you agree?" 

It nodded eagerly.

"Yes! I agree! Please… take them out!" 

I sighed, snapping my fingers.

The silver spears dissolved into the ground, leaving only shallow punctures in its massive body.

The werewolf groaned as it pulled itself up, its regeneration slowly mending its wounds. 

"Now, first question."

I said, stepping closer, my axe still in hand.

"Who are you?" 

The werewolf hesitated, its yellow eyes glinting with something like shame.

"I… I have no longer have a name. I have lost it not too long ago." 

It admitted as I frowned.

"Really?" 

The werewolf nods its head.

"I speak the truth, human. I... was abandoned by the pack for a mistake I have not made, leaving me to fend for myself in the wild." 

I studied it carefully, looking for any sign of deception.

But its posture, its trembling voice, it all seemed genuine. 

"Alright, I believe you. But answer this, are you the one responsible for the townsfolk disappearing?"

I said slowly.

The werewolf's eyes flashed with indignation.

"No! I do not harm humans! I prefer the taste of chickens, I'll have you know!" 

"Then why are you here outside Greece?"

I demanded. 

"I've been tracking a group who wronged me, causing my exile."

It growled, lowering its canine head.

"They appear to be cloaked figures and I believe they're behind the disappearances that you mentioned." 

I crossed my arms.

"If that's true, why the hell did you attack me?" 

The werewolf growled softly, almost sheepishly.

"You were wandering alone in the forest while covering your face. I thought you were one of them." 

Gaia's voice echoed in my mind.

(It might be telling the truth, Arthur. It's probably acting on instinct.)

"And do you know who they are? What do they want?"

I pressed. 

"Unfortunately, I don't know."

It admitted, its tone bitter.

"They defeated me in an instant in our first encounter. But I overheard them talking about a ritual before I lost consciousness. A sacrifice. That's why they're taking humans." 

My frown deepened.

"A sacrifice? For what?" 

The werewolf shook its head.

"I don't know. But I heard them say they were heading to the capital city called Bucharest." 

"Bucharest, the capital of Romania."

I muttered under my breath.

The werewolf nodded.

"Yes, that's what I last recall." 

Gaia chimed in again.

(Arthur, you should consider teaming up with him. He knows the culprits and an extra hand could be helpful. Plus, werewolves are excellent trackers.)

I sighed and looked back at the creature

"Alright, here's the deal. You help me find the ones responsible, and I'll help you with… whatever it is that you're after." 

I said finally.

The werewolf tilted its head, clearly surprised.

"You… would help me? Why?" 

"Because I'm gonna need some extra help with the missing folks. I can't be in two places at once, after all. And because you seem to be a decent person. So don't make me regret this choice." 

I confess.

The werewolf lowered its head again, a gesture of gratitude.

"I… thank you. I accept your proposal." 

"Good. Now, do you have anywhere to go?" 

I asked.

The werewolf shook its head which made me sigh. 

"*Sigh* I guess you can stay at my place for tonight. But there's a problem though, a bipedal wolf would definitely scare a lot of people." 

I offered.

The werewolf huffed, and with a puff of smoke, its hulking form shrank down.

*Poof*

When the smoke cleared, I froze. 

Standing before me was a petite girl, no older than me, with long black hair and piercing yellow eyes.

"..."

And she was completely naked. 

"Y-You're a girl?! And w-why are you naked?!"

I blurted, feeling my face getting red. 

She looks at me casually.

"I thought you already knew. And clothes restrict me too much. So, I prefer my wolf form."

Her tone was soft like cotton.

I looked away, taking off my coat and handing it to her.

"H-Here. Wear this. You can't just walk around in your birthday suit, or people would cause rumors." 

She was confused by my words, but then slipped it on, pulling it tight around her small frame.

*Sniff x 2*

"W-What are you doing?"

A small smile formed on her lips.

"It smells like you. You smell nice." 

She said softly.

I turned away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"W-Whatever. Let's go before someone finds this place."

I muttered. 

As we walked back, Gaia's teasing voice filled my head.

(Oh my. Looks like the little boy will become a man soon. Congratulations, Arthur. You've got yourself a werewolf girlfriend. And she's cute too.)

"Shut up, Gaia!"

I snapped aloud, making the girl glance at me in confusion. 

"What's wrong?"

She asked. 

"N-Nothing."

I stuttered quickly, grabbing her hand and leading her forward.

"Let's just teleport back." 

Her hand was warm in mine, and I could feel her gaze lingering on me as we walked.

But I didn't say anything.

My thoughts were already racing, my focus locked on the new mission ahead.

(Arthur and Wolf girl sitting in a tree~ F.U.C.-)

'I AM NOT A FURRY!'

[AUTHOR'S POV]

The battlefield, once teeming with life and danger, now lay eerily silent.

Scorched trees stood as charred sentinels around the split and broken ground, the aftermath of the fierce clash between Arthur and the werewolf evident in every direction.

Amidst this destruction, a figure cloaked in deep black emerged from the shadows, his presence exuding a cold, menacing aura. 

The figure's crimson eyes, glowing faintly beneath his hood, scanned the scene with methodical precision.

His gaze settled on patches of blood staining the earth, a mix of red and black.

Kneeling, he pinched a tuft of coarse black fur between his fingers, his lip curling into a sinister grin. 

"So the runt is here. And it seems she's made a friend."

He murmured to himself, his voice smooth and laced with venom.

He straightened, his gaze sweeping the clearing once more.

The faint trails of energy left behind by Arthur's Innovate Clear lingered in the air like an ethereal mist, but there was no sign of the pair.

The cloaked figure clicked his tongue in mild irritation. 

"Sloppy."

He muttered, letting the fur fall from his grasp.

He stepped through the clearing, searching for any trace of their whereabouts.

Yet, it was as if they had vanished into thin air.

After a moment, he shook his head. 

"No matter. This is a distraction, not the goal." 

Without another word, he stepped into the shadows.

The air rippled around him as he disappeared, swallowed by the darkness. 

When he re-emerged, the oppressive chill of a dark cave greeted him.

The walls glistened with dampness, faintly illuminated by eerie floating fireballs that hovered like will-o'-the-wisps.

Their dim, flickering light revealed a grim tableau, rows of captured townsfolk, chained together and huddled in fear. 

Men, women, and children whimpered and pleaded, their voices a low chorus of despair.

One of the men spoke.

"Please… let us go… we've done nothing wrong!" 

The cloaked figure's patience snapped.

A tendril of shadow erupted from beneath his cloak, lashing out like a living whip.

It struck a man near the front of the group, drawing a cry of pain as the sharp crack echoed through the cavern. 

"Silence, you worthless cattle!"

The figure commanded, his voice calm yet dripping with malice.

The captives immediately shrank back, the children burying their tear-streaked faces into the arms of the women, who tried in vain to console them. 

The figure approached the center of the cave, where a pedestal of dark stone stood.

Upon it rested a crystalline orb, faintly pulsing with an unnatural light.

He reached out, placing a hand over its surface.

The orb glowed brighter, and an image began to materialize within its depths. 

Another cloaked figure appeared in the orb, his silhouette barely distinguishable against the swirling red mist behind him.

His voice, cold and authoritative, echoed from the sphere. 

"Are the sacrifices ready?" 

"Yes."

The first figure replied, bowing slightly.

"They are prepared for transport. Everything is proceeding as planned." 

The man in the orb leaned forward, his glowing red eyes narrowing.

"Good. Were there any complications?" 

The figure hesitated for a fraction of a second before responding.

"None that concerns the ritual. However, I discovered evidence of a battle nearby. The werewolf girl was there… and it seems she may have allied with another." 

The figure in the orb let out a derisive snort.

"That mangy mutt. She's a nuisance, but nothing more. Let her gather all the allies she wants, it won't matter. None of them can stop what is to come." 

"Of course, my mistake for worrying."

The first figure agreed.

"I shall send them at once. For the Blood God." 

"For the Blood God."

The figure in the orb echoed before the image faded, leaving the crystal dark once more. 

The cloaked figure turned his gaze toward the captives, his eyes glowing brighter with malice.

"Blood for the Blood God."

He whispered and shadows surged up from the ground, writhing like serpents.

The captives screamed as the darkness consumed them one by one, their voices fading into the abyss.

When the shadows receded, the cave was empty, save for the figure and the echoes of terror that lingered in the air.

He stepped toward the cave's entrance, his boots crunching on the gravelly floor.

The floating fireballs extinguished themselves as he passed, plunging the cavern into complete darkness. 

Outside, the full moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light across the desolate landscape.

The figure stopped at the cave's mouth, his silhouette framed against the lunar glow.

Slowly, he tilted his head back, revealing the menacing crimson glow of his eyes.

"Soon, the world will drown in blood."

He murmured, his voice carrying a twisted promise.

"And no one, not even God, can stand in his way." 

Then, with a swirl of shadow, he disappeared into the night.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]

Hello readers!

Here's another chapter for today, so give me your Power Stones.

And I just wanna say that whatever inconsistent info or illogical stuff happening in the fanfic, just remember that its just that, a fanfic, so anything goes.

Thank you everyone and see you later.