The Second Coming of the Messiah

Koneko was pleased. She had at first only been curious about the strange being that was capable of making a Fallen Angel, no matter how weak, flee in terror at the sight of his spell.

When she had first started following him at the behest of her King, it had been slightly begrudgingly. Koneko had to cancel one of her weekly contracts to tail the figure that had transferred to her school, though she quickly got over it when she successfully talked… bribed him into buying her sweets.

Afterwards, she continued to bribe him throughout the span of a week, and not once did he show irritation. He didn't show anything. It was as if he was just going through the motions, but she knew better. He was just very, very, VERY good at hiding his feelings.

He wore his mask of apathy better than even her. She shuddered to think of the type of life he would have to live to cause his eyes to appear as dead as they were. That was when she decided that she would offer him something she had during her darkest hours. A friend.

Rias had offered her refuge, kind words and friendship, even as broken as she was at the time of the Nekoshou Massacre.

Koneko would offer Makoto the same kindness, if only in the form of friendship.

When he accepted the bag of sweets and locked eyes with her, she knew that he understood what she was offering. She was expecting him to hand the bag of sweets back.

Instead, he shared those same sweets with her during lunch after he motioned for her to follow him to the roof to eat. She was glad she had worked up the courage to extend an olive branch. She would thank Kiba for the advice later.

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Yuuto Kiba knew that Makoto would accept the offering of kindness. He could tell that despite all of his stoicism, the blue haired transfer student masquerading as a Human was a kind soul. He watched from the back of the crowd at the sweet moment the two shared over, ironically, sweets, and a smile crossed his face. He ignored the swooning, hormonal teenagers that seemed to follow him everywhere he went as the two departed into the crowd and he knew he did good.

He did real good.

Now if only he could approach the blue haired enigma himself. He saw the Blade Makoto wielded from the photographs Koneko had taken from his conflict with the Fallen Angel that he made run scared like a rat.

He wanted to know where in the hell he came across the most infamous Demon Blade that had ever existed, the very sword that Kiba had spent the past three years researching to no avail. The very Sword that had disappeared with the death of its owner a thousand years prior, Lucifer himself.

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Hyoudou Issei was having a good day. No, he was having a GREAT day. He was asked out by a girl named Amano Yuuma, and he couldn't have been happier. He wouldn't die a dateless virgin!

Of course, his thoughts were always as depraved as his actions, thus he came to the conclusion that perhaps his dreams of having a Harem were off to a great start. Yuuma was certainly a looker for someone as shy as she was.

The two had been enjoying their date together, having already seen a movie and had a small lunch when they decided to head to the park for a bit of sight seeing. Standing around the fountain, the two stared deeply into each other's eyes and Issei knew he had found someone he could love. Someone he could call his own.

"Issei…?"

"Yeah? What's up Yuuma?" The brown haired teenager questioned, his face lighting up now that his date had broken her small spell of silence, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh yes, I am… but I have a small favor to ask of you…" The amethyst eyed beauty began, her small smile becoming far more pronounced. Becoming more… vicious.

"Will you die for me?"

What…?

Issei had to do a double take as the figure that was once Yuuma became something… more. Something dark. Black wings unfurled from behind her back and feathers began to fall around the two. Her clothing was replaced by the most risque, racy outfit Issei ever had the pleasure of seeing a beautiful woman wear.

"Whoa, I didn't know you were into Cosplay! I am OKAY WITH THIS!" Issei shouted to the heavens in joy upon seeing what the girl was wearing. Sure, the wings looked a bit more real than they had any right to, but who the hell was he to complain when he had a woman in leather asking him… to… die for her?

Wait… what?

"Die for you?" Issei stammered out while taking a step backwards, a bead of sweat trailing his face.

"It has been fun, wasting these past few hours listening to your perverse ramblings, but I am short on time. I will treasure this gift you have bought for me… now, time to die."

A crimson spear of light formed on her hands and she stabbed forward, and stabbed true. The spear tore its way through the chest of Issei before dissipating, causing an eruption of blood to gush from the massive wound. It would surely be fatal.

"I'm sorry, but you were too great a risk factor to us, so you had to be… terminated. If you must blame someone… Blame God for sealing that Sacred Gear inside of you." The Fallen Angel stated with a smug grin on her face. She was about to depart after Issei fell onto his back when a crimson blade tore through the air at extreme speeds and buried itself up to the hilt in her stomach.

Looking down at the blade, Raynare attempted to wrench the offending weapon from her body when crimson bolts of lightning erupted from the blade and scored multiple trails of wounds upon her flesh with its unholy power. Blood began to gush from her lips when she brought her head up after feeling an absolutely monstrous energy coming from before her. Deep vibrations made their way throughout the entire park as the sound of rattling chains grew closer and closer to where the dying Issei lay.

Shadows all around the two began to churn and writhe in a nightmarish manner before stretching towards the sound of the chains.

That was when she saw IT.

Standing in the tree line was the most terrifying visage she had ever laid her eyes upon.

The Face of Death.

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Makoto had been minding his own business relaxing in the park when he felt a disturbance in the air. It gave off the same feeling that Dohnaseek did, only stronger. Not very much so, but it was enough to alert him to the presence of another Fallen Angel in the same area as him.

He was going to ignore the presence so long as they did the same for him when he heard it. The sound of rending flesh and cruel laughter. Of terror, and no small amount of pain.

He did not recognize the figure with the cruel laughter, but he knew that cry of pain. It was one of the very same cries of pain that he was used to hearing from one of the members of the Perverted Trio whenever they were caught in their atrocious acts of spying upon the flesh of their classmates.

In particular, it was the cry of Hyoudou Issei, and it was no mere flesh wound that caused it.

He rushed from his resting position while calling upon the energy of Thanatos that he had become most familiar with during his time in this world. The chains that had first coiled around him protectively against Dohnaseek once more erupted from the earth and wrapped themselves around his body while the Coffins that acted like wings settled around his shoulders.

Crimson, purple and black shadows coalesced around his body until he was nothing more than a solid black figure with circular silver eyes as his only defining feature. His clothing lost their details as did his hair, all blending in with the light absorbing darkness that clung to him like a second skin.

His pace picked up at the release of his tightly coiled energy and Thanatos answered his call with glee. No Evoker was needed to pull the Death God from his Sea of Souls. Their bond was that of Master and Servant, and Death served him faithfully.

The Blade of Lucifer appeared in his hand for a mere moment before he launched it forward like a missile. His aim true, it roared through the tree line and buried itself in the figure that stood triumphantly over the rapidly dying super pervert known as Hyoudou Issei.

He saw red.

The chains that coiled around him sprung forward with a life of their own, not unlike a snake, to strike out at the heavily wounded Fallen. Something seemed to snap her out of her pained haze, as she quickly rose to the sky on shaky wings to get out of range of the steel links that threatened to bind her.

Makoto was about to summon the ultimate Dark Spell, one of his own creation, when he realized that any form of death based attack would rob the bleeding out teen at his feet of his already shortened life.

He felt a calling deep within his Sea of Souls from a being he was not familiar in summoning, but familiar from fighting. Nodding his head almost minutely at the unasked question posed by the being, Makoto raised his right hand to the sky.

The Blade of Lucifer disappeared from its position lodged in the body of the Fallen as another crimson flash appeared in the hands of the deathly figure of Makoto.

A revolver with a two foot long barrel appeared from that crimson flash, and as soon as it came, it was aimed directly at the face of the trembling enemy that dared to attack one of his Human classmates.

" D i e. "