**Chapter 2**
**Third Person PoV**
The old schoolhouse was a three-story building, with a clock tower on its top; the building stood unmoving for the past few years.
The building was covered in white with the sole exception being the roof, which was black.
Vines grew from the ground and reached till the second floor.
Inside the first floor, three people were sitting. A crimson-haired lady, a black-haired woman, and a white-haired little girl.
The room was something out of the Victorian era, with wooden paneling and an antique touch to it.
A game of chess was being played, with red, white, and black pieces.
"Your hunch was right, he is being targeted."
The white-haired girl said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the other two heard it fine.
"Indeed, I was correct in having you tail him, Koneko."
The crimson-haired lady picked up a chess piece from the table and placed it back on a different square.
"Then what should we do now, Rias?"
The black-haired lady who was standing behind Rias asked.
"For now? Nothing. But we must be prepared, I can't act now as he might just be getting scouted, but if he is being harmed then I will interfere, so be ready."
"I see."
Koneko said as she went away.
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**Issei PoV**
I woke up and dressed myself. A form-fitting white button-up shirt, I rolled up the sleeves to appear casual.
I wore navy slim-fit jeans. I ditched the bomber jacket as it was hot outside. I also put on some white sneakers and a black watch.
Did my hair and put on some nice perfume, and I was ready.
"Mom, I might come home later!"
I said to my mother as I walked out. I had some money from the time I worked part-time in a convenience store.
I worked initially to pay for my own expenses, like the weights and stuff but after joining a gym I stopped as I got all the equipment there.
Reaching the plaza was easy, it was within walking distance, so I reached there fifteen minutes before the agreed time. It wouldn't be nice to stand her up, even if I am going to reject her in the end.
…
I see my date, whose name I don't know. This whole situation screams that something is wrong, but I can't seem to understand why I am feeling like this.
It's almost like I can't put my finger on it.
Well, I am going to end this today so hopefully, nothing goes wrong.
Her attire consisted of a short black dress with a small, light purple jacket on top. She had a pink handbag to hold her things, although it was too tiny, maybe it was for makeup.
Simple but enhances her features.
"Issei-kun! Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon to you as well, stranger-san."
She blushed, cute, and said shyly.
"Haha! I forgot to tell you my name in my
nervousness, I am Amano Yuuma."
Ama no Yumma? Well, good name regardless.
"Then Good afternoon to you, Amano-san!"
"You can call me Yuuma-chan, Issei-kun."
She seems very eager to get close to me, is this a honey trap?
"If that's fine with you."
With that began my second date.
…
We began the date by going to a clothing shop, and surprisingly unlike other girls. Yuuma wanted me to try on clothes, not her. Not that I have much experience in this regard.
Weird or I guess unique, I tried on some and she complimented me heavily.
"You look really handsome, Issei-kun!"
"I know right? Almost got lost looking at myself in the changing room mirror, thanks for noticing it."
She giggled at that, narcissistic behavior is not a red flag? Definitely, something is up.
Then we went to a restaurant. I told her a story about the misery of my friend in middle school.
Because nothing is more hilarious than two people laughing at someone else's misery.
"You don't talk about yourself much."
"That's because I'm mysterious. Adds to my charm. Or so I tell myself."
Let's see how long she can bear me.
Then we went to an ice cream shop and I got myself the weirdest flavor I could get.
Baked brie with almond ricotta macaroons and she got a simple vanilla, I wonder if her preferred way is also vanilla.
*Ahem*
"What happened, are you fine?"
"Yeah."
"You know, Issei-kun, you're really different from the other guys."
"Yeah, I like to think I'm a rare species."
She again giggled and her laugh was melodic, and it was getting harder for me to contain my inner thoughts from getting out of control.
It was near dusk and the sun was about to set, and Yuuma and I went to a park to relax.
The park was deserted. Not a single soul is present here? That's rare, if I remember correctly, isn't this a popular place for the elderly and children?
But more importantly, I can't hold them anymore. My eyes inadvertently gaze at 'them'.
Why are her tits jiggling so much? I can't keep looking away when they are swaying like a tree about to get blown in a hurricane!
And what's with her long legs? So sexy!
"Issei-kun, that was amazing! So did you change your mind about me?"
She still is not giving up, maybe she isn't bad, but I can't lose now.
Only when I become a pro boxer and get famous, rich, and powerful can I have a Harem!
So, lady, you will have to wait.
"Sadly, no. You are a nice girl, Yuuma-chan. But I am not looking for a girlfriend right now. So, sorry!"
I said without any regret. My dream is far too noble to be given up just for a short-term pleasurable experience, and maybe some moral superiority over the online virgins I argue with.
"I see, that's sad. I was hoping you would change your mind."
She said as she skipped over to the fountain. She doesn't seem sad, was this a prank, like I had thought initially?
Will her friends jump out of the bushes? That will explain the eerie lack of people in the park.
"Then to commemorate our first and last date, would you mind doing something for me?"
Well one request can't be bad, and those hips, Uff!
"What do you want?"
Maybe her luscious lips need some watering? Wrong! Control the horny!
She walked up to me and brought her mouth near my ear, her shampoo's scent wafting to my nose, it was enchanting.
"Would you die for me?"
And I felt chills going up my back. My body froze, and I felt as if a knife was kept on my heart.
My eyes shrunk, as Yuuma's eyes became sharp and her voice became like an older woman.
She went from a love-struck girl to a dominating mafia lady. Wait why am I thinking about this, run, ME!
But my body refused to do so. What is this feeling?
Before I could ask her to repeat what she said or do anything, a ridiculous thing happened to Yuuma.
Her body changed, it went from cute and beautiful to sexy and mature. Her clothes were torn apart and with a censorship of black feathers *kinky* she donned a—
A BDSM outfit? Am I going to get pegged? No, fuck—concentrate!
Her clothing also changed dramatically, now consisting of black, strap-like objects resembling leather around and under her breasts, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps, gloves that ran right up her arms with small lengths of chains hanging from them, shoulder guard-like objects on her shoulders with three large spikes sprouting from her right shoulder, and black thigh-high heeled boots.
Wait, why am I describing someone who wants to uninstall Issei.exe in so much detail?
Wait—are those wings? I fell on my butt as she looked at me like a pig, ready for slaughter.
"It was fun playing with you. The date was humorous, to say the least, I will treasure this little gift for a while!"
She said as she showed me the pink bracelet I had given her today.
My face was full of sweat and my hands were trembling non-stop.
"Time to die!"
Her low-pitched voice declared as the air vibrated, and a red spear of light appeared in her hands.
Am I going to die for real? Wait—it hurts, my hands reach for my stomach as I feel something wet and warm.
"Is this blood?"
"Well sorry for this, but you were a threat to us, so this had to happen. If you want to blame someone, blame the Holy Father for putting that sacred gear in you."
She said sitting on the edge of the fountain. What is she talking about?
*Gah!*
Blood came out of my mouth and the taste of iron filled my taste buds.
I fell backwards, my blood wetting my shirt. I heard Yuuma say in her fake voice.
"Any last words?"
"I'd say 'call me,' but I don't think the afterlife has cell service."
I will have the last laugh!
She again giggled, but in her true voice, and said her goodbye.
"Thank you for the fond memories!"
And she flew away, black feathers danced in the air signifying my demise, ah, what a poetic end.
I don't want to die.
It's cold.
It's warm, my blood.
I feel my vision becoming blurry.
"Dying a virgin? This is my villain origin story."
A gust of wind passes by, and a piece of paper lands on my face.
Ah, I got it yesterday, on my way home, coming back from the Gym at night. It said that this can grant me a wish?
My hands come in front of my eyes, they are crimson—wait crimson?
A face comes into my mind, Crimson hair, redder than blood, darker than strawberry blonde, Rias Gremory.
Ah…she is beautiful.
What a joke, this piece of paper, but if it really can then, please,
I want to live, my story hasn't ended yet!
I felt my eyes close and darkness encroach me in its embrace, it's cold.
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**Third Person PoV**
Just as Issei closed his eyes, the piece of paper flew into the air and burned in a brilliant crimson glow.
A grand magic circle formed in the air, and a lady with crimson hair walked out of it.
"You're the one who summoned me, right?"
"Since you are going to die, let me take you in."
"You will live your life for my sake!"
The lady said as wings spread from her back.
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*Issei PoV**
"You will live your life for my sake!"
Wake up. Train. Win.
Wake up. Train. Win.
Wake up. Train. Win.
"I got it, stop!"
I yelled at the alarm clock as my eyes opened to the bright sun, peering through my curtain-clad window.
"Who was that? Whose voice was it? No, wait! Where am I?"
Jumping out of the soft quilt on the mattress I look around to see that this room is a bit familiar.
Wait! This is my room!
I calmed down a little but before my blood pressure could go back to normal it skyrocketed again.
How am I in my room? I should be in the park, dying. My mind raced to find an answer but failed to.
And the sunlight was annoying me more than ever. Annoyed, I closed the curtains completely.
"Was all of it a dream?"
No, it was way too detailed, I can still feel the spear wound, that's right! The wound.
I lifted my shirt, but there was not even a scar there. Before I could process any more, a voice came from below.
"Issei, get ready for school!"
"I am coming!"
I replied as I went to freshen and take a bath, and to ponder about the dream I just had.
…
The walk to school was filled with questions with no answers. I had checked my phone to see the address and phone number, but Yuuma's wasn't there.
Otou-San and Okaa-san also didn't know about Yuuma, and I had told them about her briefly before the date.
Was it really a dream? I know Lucid dreams exist and some dreams can be hyperrealistic, so much that it becomes hard to differentiate them from reality.
"But why would I dream of something like that?"
Trauma or PTSD could be the reason, but it still seems far-fetched.
By that time I had reached my class, so I shut off my brain and focused on the class.
…
Class ended as always, and I walked back home. I had come to terms that I just had a realistic dream.
Walking back to my home and then quickly going to practice I indulged myself in work to not think much about the dream.
As I was walking back from my Boxing practice, I heard a child ask his mother for candy.
Wait! Where are the child and mother? I looked around to see no one.
Who did I hear? Am I going insane? No, the voice is definitely coming from somewhere.
I ran towards the source and saw the mother-child duo, but they were at least 500 meters from where I heard them at first.
Did I just become Superman? No, and more importantly, why is it so bright? Why hasn't the sun gone down yet?
"Ryu, don't be foolish. It's dark, let's go home. We have candy at home!"
What? Dark? There is so much light here, what is that woman saying?
I checked my phone and was shocked.
It was past sunset, and I was still seeing everything bright. I can hear and see things better all of a sudden?
What is happening to me?
…
*Thud!*Clang!*
"Issei, what the hell man, since when can you lift that much?"
"You're taking steroids, you bastard?"
Two voices reached my ear as I was approached by two regular bodybuilders at my gym.
Rather than retort I was more stupefied that I could lift this much. I know I train and am fitter and stronger than most, but this is ridiculous.
My best power clean lift was around 85 kg, which was already very good for my age.
But right now I had just lifted 100 kg, without going all out.
But I needed to answer the guys in front of me.
"Steroids? I am not a moron, I just had a run-in with a few dogs who changed me, this must be due to the adrenaline rush!"
"Oh! Then it's fine."
"I thought you were jealous of our strength and abused the Steroids!"
"Go take a rest today!"
"Yeah, sure!"
I said as I walked out. Something was going on with me, and the last thing I needed to check was to test my punch force.
I ran to my Boxing gym and entered. Only the trainer was there. He looked at me.
Even though I had just run quite a distance, possibly around five kilometers, I still didn't feel out of breath.
I ran as fast as I could, my speed was also ridiculous now.
"What happened Issei?"
"Nothing, I am having an adrenaline rush so wanted to see my punch force!"
"Well go ahead and try!"
He said nonchalantly and went back to reading his magazine.
I went near the machine and took my stance. I stepped up, rolled my shoulders, and shook out my hands. Left foot forward. Right hand coiled like a spring. Head down, eyes locked.
"Okay, Issei. Time to impress absolutely no one."
I fired the punch.
*Thud!*
The sound wasn't right. Too dense. It didn't echo like a normal hit. It landed like I punched a safe and the safe lost.
The machine groaned like it was questioning its life choices. Then the screen lit up in big, angry red letters.
> Force: 7,767 N
> KO Probability: 89.7%
> Rating: Professional heavyweight-level punch.
"…Huh?"
I blinked. Once. Twice.
Then I turned around, expecting someone behind me. Maybe a prank? Maybe a hidden camera?
Nothing. The teacher hadn't even looked, he was busy with his magazine
I looked down at my fist. It didn't look any different. Same old hand. Calluses and slightly chewed nails. Totally normal.
But that number wasn't normal.
Almost 8000 Newtons?!
That's like… getting kicked by a mule at full force.
Okay. Okay. Chill. Breathe. Maybe the machine's busted. Maybe someone messed with the calibration.
I gave it a light kick.
It beeped. And then the screen just shut off entirely. I think I might've killed it.
"…Oops."
OH GOD, I'M A FREAK. WHAT IF I'M MUTATING?! WHAT IF THIS IS HOW SPIDER-MAN STARTED BUT WORSE—WHAT IF I GROW WINGS?!
But externally, I just nodded and muttered.
"Guess I've been eating my protein."
Cool, calm, collected. Total lie.
I slipped my hoodie back on and walked out like I hadn't just thrown a punch that could sideline a human in one hit. But my heart was doing backflips.
"Okay… maybe I'm sleep-training. Or sleep-steroids? Is that a thing?"
Then a terrifying thought hit me.
What if my dream wasn't just a dream? What if Raynare was real?
Didn't she say something about me being a threat to them, who are they?
And those words she said, Sacred Gear? What is that? And most importantly—
Who wants me to live my life for their sake?!
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AN:- Second chapter! More go come, write the reviews!!!