The Sacred Gear of the World Eater

Chapter 1: The Dimensional Gap.

It is so kind of these fools to gather all their dead in one place. Alduin thought as he ensnared another warrior soul. The wretches were happy enough to charge to their deaths once again, determined to right the so-called wrong he committed of killing them before. Pah. As if any of them mattered. If they fell, then it was because they stood before true power. It is the natural order that he stand victorious over all who challenge him. Those who tried to flee from him were lost in the mist he created, their life draining away into him. Soon. Soon he will have regained his fearsome strength, and will be able to destroy that abomination they called Dragonborn. And those naysayers amongst the Dragons will bow their heads before him, along with all mortal races. He chuckled as he thought of what he learnt, down on Nirn. Those fools with their petty wars and rituals. The entire country was sundered by a civil war, leaving them weak before them. And those 'Thalmor'. So arrogant, so smug in the belief that they could conquer the world alone. He will enjoy seeing their terror as their spells fail against the dragons' scales; their books and robes burned by flames; and their towers shattered under their blows. Perhaps as they burn they will realise the folly of trying to take his prize from him. As he savoured that pleasant thought, his dining was interrupted by shouting. Three warriors, shouting in the Dragon language.

Led by one very familiar voice.

The Dragonborn.

"So, she somehow found a way to Sovengarde. No matter. Her strength will not hold out against mine." He thought to himself. "Ven Mul Riik." He shouted back. The mist, fading away against their combined shout, blew back in with gale-force winds. He moved to feast again, to make his power grow, but before he even started they shouted again. The mist blew apart, and he could see three warriors standing at the path. The three warriors he faced in the past, the ones that banished him to this time. He will enjoy devouring them once and for all. "Ven Mul Riik." He shouted back again, the mist covering everything. But something was wrong. It took more effort to form it, and what did form was smaller. Impossible. He was the World Eater. The First-born of Akatosh. There was no mortal able to defy him. A deep thrum filled the air, and one voice sounded above all.

"Lok Vah Koor." A female voice echoed as his mist was shattered once more. The force behind it caused him to stumble. Impossible. Impossible. There was no way she could've done that. But then again, she relied on the strength of others. Alone, she was no match for him. And while their shouting was impressive, their physical might is no match for his. He took to the skies, flying towards them and shouting flames as he passed. The four dodged away as he left a burning trail in the ground, rolling away as the heat washed over them. The warriors shouted at him and fired off spells and arrows, but they did nothing. His strength was too great. He laughed as they attacked ineffectually. He was a god, and they were nothing. Their attacks were as pitiful as the last time he fought them. He moved in for the kill.

"Joor Zah Frul." His mind was filled with pain as images of dying and old age filled it. His body refused to obey him, and his wings felt weighted down. He fell and crashed into the ground, gouging a trench behind him. Shaking his head, he got back onto his feet and glared at the Dragonborn.

"You may have picked up the weapons of my ancient foes, but none of you know how to truly wield it." He lashed out with his teeth and his breath, searing her as his teeth crashed into her armour. She ignored the pain, focusing on slicing her blade through his snout over and over. Damn that shout, damn mortality. He was Alduin. He was immortal. His dominion over Mundus was foretold by fate itself. It was inevitable, as unstoppable as the sea wearing away at the land. He started as she shouted flames at him, his movement stopping her blade from slicing through his neck. As she moved in for another blow, he felt the dark power holding him down dissipate. Her blow bounced harmlessly off his scales, and he lashed out with blinding speed. His teeth found flesh, and she was knocked away by the force behind it. Chuckling to himself, he attacked again. "Yol Toor Shul." He shouted, fire billowing over her and scorching the ground at her feet. He saw her stumble from the intense blaze. Perhaps one more to remind her of his power. "Yol…"

"Joor." The Dragonborn interrupted him, her shout disrupting his own. His mind was hit with a spike of mortality, but he managed to shake it off. With a mighty flap of his wings, he took to the skies and rained fire down from above. He had to keep moving. As long as he was moving, that fool would find it difficult to actually… "Joor Zah Frul." He banked sharply, the shout almost grazing him as it passed. Waves of mortality washed over him, his wings almost refusing to work, but he managed to recover before he fell. He growled angrily as he felt several arrows imbed themselves in his wing. How dare they. How dare they! He will have her flesh in his gullet, and her soul banished beyond even the Daedric Planes. He bellowed as he flew overhead, grinning as one hero failed to run before his might.

"I have already defeated your friends once." He said, swooping down. Felldir the Old let off one lone shout before Alduin ensnared him with his jaws. A single crunch was all he needed to break him, and then he devoured his soul. "I do not fear them."

"Then fear this Alduin. Joor Zah Frul." The Dragonborn replied angrily. Snorting, Alduin banked again to avoid it. But she must've been expecting that, because he nearly collided with the shout anyway. While he was busy shaking the mortality from his mind, he roared in pain as several arrows skewered his wings. He crashed into the ground again, his membrane shredded as he ploughed into the ground. Roaring in fury and pain – despicable pain – he lashed out wildly. They dare?! He is Alduin!

"How dare you! I am Alduin! Most mighty of any in the World!" He roared in fury. He glared at the Dragonborn, scurrying across the ground to lash out at her, to make her feel pain like he did. "Zun Haal Viik." He roared, the Dragonborn's blades flying from her hands. She tried to roll away, but his teeth found her leg. She screamed in pain as he started waving her around, satisfied as her screams became louder. But he was forced to let go as the woman, Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, slashed him across his eye. Snarling in pain, he released the Dragonborn and turned to her, her ally Hakon One-Eye standing beside her. "Arrogant Mortals. Your pride will be humbled." He lashed out with claws and teeth, Hakon stepping forward to intercept them. Gormlaith moved out of his vision, but a swing of his tail sent her flying back. They were a delicious feast, but not his main concern right now. As long as the Dragonborn lived, his mission was threatened. "Ven Gar Nos." He called, a cyclone exploding from his maw. Hakon and Gormlaith were swept aside by it, smashing against the ground as it carried them away. Chuckling to himself, he turned to see the Dragonborn standing again, a bow in her hands.

"Joor Zah Frul." She shouted again, before firing off her arrow. The shout hit him just before the arrow did, the tip imbedding itself between his eyes. He roared in pain, before roaring again to summon meteors. The Dragonborn was forced to run; dodging the meteors as they nearly struck her.

"Iiz Slen Nus." He unleashed a wave of frost, plants and rocks covered in ice. But the Dragonborn managed to dodge it, rolling away at the last minute. He growled to himself, feeling the injuries slowing him down. She was… more skilled than he believed. She was a fine adversary. But this ends now.

"Tiid Klo Ul." They both shouted at the same time, the world around them grinding to a halt. Glaring at her, he used another shout. This was the one thing she couldn't do, being too young and weak to use multiple shouts. "Su Grah Dun." The power of the wind emboldened him, allowing him to rush towards her at blinding speed. His jaws were wide open, ready to crack her armour open and feast upon her flesh. She fired arrow after arrow, but he weathered them in his final assault. This was the end for her, for the dominion of Man. But as he moved to bite down, she dropped the bow and grabbed something from the ground beside her.

One of her blades, his blood covering it.

Too late, too fast to stop himself, he could not stop the blade from driving itself through his skull. The pain, already strong, became overwhelming. He roared in agonising suffering, the world shaking around him. His energy left him, roaring into a void as his scales were shed like leaves. "No! I am immortal! I cannot die!" He shouted this in horror, trying to stop himself from dying and prove those words false. He was the World Eater, the end of Nirn. He could not die. He couldn't!

But despite his posturing and pleading, his body exploded and his flesh was seared away, leaving nothing of him behind.

Alduin opened his eyes, taking a deep, fresh breath of air before roaring in fury and pain and fear. Only once he stopped did he finally realise that he was still alive. In some form of void, perhaps, but alive nonetheless. He chuckled to himself. As he expected. He still was needed to destroy the old world and make way for the new world. Most likely all the Dragonborn did was banish him forward in time, to a time where she was no more. This is perfect. He will crush the races of Men under his claws, and burn their petty kingdoms for their rebellion. Both of their rebellions.

Now, if only he could find the dam exit in this forgotten realm.

"Leaving so soon, Alduin?" A deep, quaking voice thundered. Alduin twisted round, eyes searching for the speaker. "A pity. I had hoped to talk to you first."

Alduin snorted, now recognising that voice. "I care nothing for what you want, Mora. You are nothing but a thief to me. A thief and a corrupter."

"Ah. You are still upset about Miraak then." A single floating eyeball appeared before him, joined swiftly by many others. "I don't know what you are so upset about. Is it not in a Dovah's nature to desire more power?"

"Don't give me that crap. Miraak was no true Dovah. He did not have the power to challenge us until you aided him."

"So you say. And yet, a Dovahkin was the one to best you." Alduin snarled flames at the eyes, rage overwhelming him. But as he expected, there was not a trace of damage to Mora. The Daedric Prince chuckled. "Temper, temper. You forget that you are not the strongest one here anymore. Times have changed."

"Maybe so, but you hold no true power over me. Even you cannot destroy me for good. Now, if you're done I have a world to conquer." He turned to leave, but found his way blocked by a wall of blades.

"Don't you mean a world to destroy?" Another voice said. This one was a mixture of male and female, two voices speaking as one. The wall parted to reveal a massive bald woman standing before him, an equally massive axe in her hands.

Alduin snarled again. "So you have something against my goals too, Boethiah?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Your role is to destroy Nirn. Burn its cities to ash, devour its people, leave nothing left of it including the screams of the dead and dying. Instead, you have tried to merely conquer it, twice." She snorted, turning male as she did so. "You disgust me."

"Watch it, Prince. Those are fighting words to Dovah."

"True. But can you even still be considered a true Dovah?" Alduin twisted again to see a man with a deer head standing over him. Hircine chuckled to himself as he petted a wolf. "From what I heard, many dragons feel that you aren't one of them when you ran from the Dragonborn. After all, a true Dovah stands and fights until there is a victor. They never run from anything, especially nothing a tenth of their size."

"That wasn't a proper fight. She mocked me with her trickery."

"Trickery? Is that what Dovah call 'levelling the playing field'?" Now Mephala stood over him, her four arms weaving away at something he couldn't truly see.

"I am the World Eater. She was nothing but a mortal. There should be no levelling involved."

"If you were truly strong, then the Dragonrend shouldn't have matter." He turned to see Malacath flick him away with a lone finger. Now Alduin was getting worried. Malacath was the Daedric Prince of the Spurned. None of the other Princes truly liked him, and they wouldn't invite him to their meeting unless there was a very good reason for it. "You use excuses in order to hide from your own weakness, Alduin. Man up and admit to your folly."

"Never! I was not beaten by the Dragonborn!" He roared angrily, flames crackling over his body.

"Oh, but you were. And you know it." Vaermina giggled in her shrill, childish voice. He turned to see a human female with white hair smiling down on him. "I can feel your fear of her rustling in your skull."

"I. Fear. Nothing!" The ground he found himself on was set ablaze by his rage. Cracks formed everywhere as his roar echoed. Lightning and meteors formed high above, lashing out at anything close.

Mehrunes Dagon waved one of his hands lazily, and the destruction vanished.

"You are afraid, Alduin." Meridia said scornfully, her glowing wings nearly blinding him. "You fear the mortals. You hate them. You think of them as beneath you. And so you would prolong their suffering simply to sate your own pride."

"Indeed. While I enjoy seeing people and beings plot and scheme for power, I like seeing destruction far more." Dagon agreed. "And there's also the fact that I hate you, far more than you can imagine." Dagon growled deeply. Deep enough to make the ground under Alduin quake.

"Ooh. Sounds like old Dagon is still a little bit upset that you cursed him into becoming one of us." That was Sheogorath, a new Sheogorath. He was juggling his staff on top of his fingers. "Mind you, I find that reason enough to do some punishing around here. Dagon killed a good friend of mine during the Oblivion Crisis. Plenty of my friends to be exact. And while I can't actually do anything to him, there's nothing that says I can't hurt the one who made him in the first place."

"I agree. But we can't destroy him yet. We still need him to destroy the World after all." Alduin twisted round in shock as he heard the booming voice of Molag Bal. The King of Corruption, the Prince of Enslavement and Domination. And the only Prince out there that every race can agree is nothing but evil.

And he was sitting here, without Boethiah trying to rip his head off.

He was starting to worry that things were going to go horribly wrong for him.

"Well, what are we going to do to him?" Peryite asked. He had taken a form that was a mockery of Dovah, a four-legged dragon that doesn't exist. "He does need to get that ridiculous notion of conquest beaten out of him."

"I've got me lucky brain beater stick right here." Sheogorath said, pulling out a hunk of wood from his pocket. "It's to beat nasty ideas out of peoples' heads."

"However, I highly doubt that violence alone would be sufficient to change his mind. He just got here - from his point of view – a few seconds after having been killed by the Dragonborn, and he was already planning on attempting to conquer Nirn again." The Princes all nodded, obviously agreeing with him. Dagon grabbed Sheogorath's stick and broke it, showering Alduin with splinters. A short woman with a top that bared the middle of her chest leaned forward, insects and worms crawling over her.

"Vaermina and I could change his mind. Between my darkness and critters, and her nightmares, we could drive him into a destructive rage." Namira offered.

"All your creatures fear the light and only dwell in the safety of the darkness." Nocturnal shot back. "Hardly fitting for the World Eater to cower from the sunlight."

Alduin growled in anger. "You will not break me, Namira. Your pets will burn before me."

"Guys, we're so focused on the stick that we're forgetting the carrot." Sanguine said. "How about we bribe him with a party? We get him some mead, a few musicians, a couple of stripper dragons; and then we offer it again if he does his job. Whadda you think?"

Everyone, even Alduin, stopped talking and stared at him. It was so quiet you could hear Sheogorath dropping a pin.

"I like it." Sheogorath said brightly. "Strippers and cheese for everybody. Wait, are dragons lactose-intolerant?"

"…How would you even find stripper dragons?" Malacath asked in confusion.

"Easy. They're the ones shaking their asses for gold. Also, they're probably dressed like Nocturnal and Azura."

"Ignoring your disgusting insult, that is still a completely moronic idea. It's the kind of thing we'd expect from Sheogorath, not you Sanguine." The Prince of Debauchery shrugged, pulling out a large book with a naked Dremora on the front.

"I have an idea."A young human boy said. Clavicus Vile. "What if we sell his services to obnoxious humans? Either they destroy the world in their quest to obtain power and wealth; or they irritate Alduin so much that he destroys the world just to get rid of them."

"But what if he destroys the world before its time? Or he decides instead that he really needs to be in charge?" The dog next to him, Barbas, asked. Vile glared at him.

"…This is why I hate having to compromise with you. You never like my ideas." The Princes started arguing and debating amongst themselves at that, seemingly only a single remark away from coming to blows. Alduin wanted to run, but he was worried that he might just gain their attention again. Their arguing stopped when a grey armoured man slammed a fist against the table, earning their attention. He had massive spikes jutting from his back and helm, yet everything was perfectly symmetrical.

"Banishment." He said in a deep, sombre voice. The other Princes groaned.

"You never were very original, Jyggalag." Dagon grunted. The Prince turned to stare at him for several seconds.

"Whether I am unoriginal or not, there is no denying that it is still a passable choice."

"Agreed." Mora said. "And I actually have an idea on what to do with him. We send him to another world, where he will be left weakened and under the control of others until he finally understands his duty. Once he has done so, we can pull him back to Nirn to do his duty at the appointed time."

Namira snorted. "You came up with all that just now? Admit it, Mora. You're after something, and you plan on using Alduin to get your tentacles on it."

"Perhaps." Mora admitted. "But it is still an option."

Sheogorath kicked his legs and jumped onto his chair. "Right then. All in favour of banishing Alduin to another world to learn a few lessons in friendship and hatred and love and destruction, raise your hand and say 'aye'." He stopped to ponder. "Or your claws, or tentacles, or what-have-ya." Alduin watched as almost every Prince raised a limb in agreement with this punishment. Only Namira refused to do so.

"So be it. In accordance with the will of the Daedric Princes, we hereby banish you from Nirn, until a time we decide you are ready to return and fulfil your duty." Mora intoned. Alduin felt chains wrap themselves around him, trapping him and pulling him into the table. "Alduin, Son of Akatosh. You are henceforth removed from our presence. Ponder on your fate, and learn from it." Alduin could only roar in fury as he was dragged lower and lower, until he was falling again as a disembodied spirit.

"Right then. Who's interested in playing Go Fish?" He heard Sheogorath ask before everything went dark.

When Alduin reformed, his roar was loud enough to shake the heavens. Power exploded from him as a storm formed around him. Only once his energy was spent and the land was shattered did he stop. He flapped in the air, panting and growling with rage. So, they thought they could tame him like some animal? Send him away to some barren world? Well, they had another thing coming. He will not break. He was a Dovah. He was an Aspect of Akatosh himself. And no one, not even all the Daedric Princes, would break him. No, he will escape this prison. And he will return to Nirn and conquer every last part of it. He will enslave all races and remove all worship of all the Aedra and Daedra, until they all worship only him. He smirked as he imagined the lot of them, too weak to do anything to him ever again.

Now, where in Oblivion is the way out of this wretched realm?

His search was interrupted as he felt the thunderous boom of explosions, of two great powers colliding. He felt confused. He thought this place was meant to be abandoned. Were there other powerful beings that Mora tossed in here? If so, perhaps they could be of some use to him. Well, at least they weren't hard to spot. Their explosions lit up the sky, easily as powerful as his own attacks when he was fully empowered. He flew closer, buffeted by the winds at every boom. They mattered little. Compared to the suffering he faced from the Dragonborn, this was nothing. He felt himself feel better, imagining the Dragonborn standing in the middle of here. Alone, weakened, and ripe for death. His smirk faded as he finally glimpsed the fight, and he found himself surprised.

A massive red Dovah with a single large horn was fighting against an old man. No, not a true Dovah. This one had four legs like Peryite, and two pair of wings on his back. A simple dragon, but still a powerful one. Alduin was more concerned with the human he was fighting. He resembled an old man in a black robe, a long beard billowing dramatically. It reminded him of the Greybeards, those humans who followed his traitorous lieutenant. His blood boiled as he saw the human unleash powerful draconic power. Was this… Was this his enemy? Was this the Dragonborn? He quickly shook the thought from his head. He knew enough about humans to tell the difference between a man and a woman, and this was clearly a man. No, this was likely another Dragonborn perhaps. A more literal one, never worthy of being called Dovahkin. Rage filled his head, along with a desire for vengeance. He would show them. He would show them all his power. That no Dragonborn was a match for his true power. This world will shake under his onslaught, until there is nothing left of anything.

He charged forward through the skies, an angry spear of Dovah strength. "Face my wrath, Dragonborn!" He shouted. "Yol Toor Shul." A long beam of fire burst from his maw, slamming into the ground where the man stood. It was melted into lava, cracks forming far below it. Alduin smirked until he was knocked sideways by a powerful strike of lightning. It arced over his body, trying to worm through his godly defences. And while it failed, it was still stronger than he was expecting. He glared up to see the human flying above, black wings coming from his back. The old man simply looked down upon him, not even concerned or angry.

"You are interrupting private matters." The old man said. "Wait your turn, and I will destroy you when I am ready."

"Destroy me? Such arrogance. I am the World Eater. I will devour your soul. Yol Toor Shul." The man dodged his breath, but Alduin continued to shout as he chased after him. The man created some form of barrier, but was still blown away under the sheer force. When Alduin ceased his attack, the man's robes were tattered. He raised a hand, and many glowing circles formed around him. They blasted lines of pure power towards Alduin, which he dodged with ease. But he stopped smirking when they seemingly turned back and struck him from behind. His scales felt slightly warmer from the assault. When he looked up, the man was rushing towards him. Alduin grunted as he was kicked upside the head, falling to the ground before he gained lift again. Angry now, he charged for the man and attempted to ensnare him with his teeth. The man dodged and kicked again, doing this over and over again. "Tiid Klo Ul." Time slowed to a halt, the man about to hit Alduin in the snout. He flapped around him and slammed his teeth down on his leg before tossing him towards the ground and ramming him. "Yol Toor Shul." A large ball of fire formed between him and the man. When time stopped, he was pleased to see the man shocked right before he slammed into the ground and the fireball smashed into him. Alduin laughed loudly at his suffering. If this was Mora's idea of a punishment, then he needed to come up with something better.

"Hey!" He was almost startled by a loud voice. He turned to see the giant dragon glaring at him. "What are you looking at, small-fry?"

"A dragon who fails to bow to greatness." Alduin replied haughtily. "Grovel before me, and I may let you become my servant…" The dragon roared angrily and lashed out with a claw. Alduin twisted around it, but was still nearly buffeted by its passing. The dragon roared again, a beam of energy forming in his maw. Alduin flapped away, but it was too big for him to dodge. "Feim Zii Gron." He said quickly, his form becoming ethereal and the beam passing through him. He flew closer now, the dragon lashing out fruitlessly. When Alduin returned to the physical world, he was close enough to do some real damage. "Fo Krah…" Something slammed into him, his attack coming out half-formed. Before he could make heads or tails of what had happened, something grabbed him from behind and started pummelling him. He twisted to snap at it, causing him to fail to notice the dragon's attack before it was too late. He was slammed with full strength, his godly protection glowing as it protected him from the assault even as he slammed into the ground. He shook the ringing from his head, looking up to see the old man floating next to the dragon.

Of course. He forgot about the Dragonborn.

"Wuld." He shouted, looking to his left. Before the dragon's claws could gouge at him, he rushed through the air and reappeared next to the massive arm. He moved to attack, but was hit from behind by the Dragonborn again. Roaring in fury, he prepared to unleash a maelstrom of power upon the both of them. But then he was in the eyes of the dragon, and was struck by energy barrages from the man. When he turned to attack him in revenge, he was slammed into the ground again by a powerful beam. His scales stung under the barrage. No. How? How could they have beaten his protection? He never heard the man shout the Dragonrend. How? How did they do it? How did they do it?!

After that, when they both started pummelling him over and over again with powerful energy and magical barrages, he didn't have much time to worry about it anymore. In fact, the two didn't stop until his body had been pulverised into so much bone and scale. He didn't have the strength to get back up. Only then, when he was practically dead again, did the ground crumble beneath him and he fell into oblivion.

High above, Hermaeous Mora watched Alduin. Stopping at the Dimensional Gap first was a brilliant plan. Admittedly, at first he had been concerned that Great Red and Ophis didn't have enough power to break him down. But it appeared that they did. Or at least, they hadn't wasted most of it against each other. Now that he was suitably weakened, it would be trivial for his broken body to end up in the hands of a few enterprising Devils or Fallen. Some who would recognise the power hidden within him and convert him into a weapon.

Now all he had to do was make sure Alduin ended up in the right mortal bloodline.

A high-ranking member of the Fallen Angels came across a nearly dead dragon, sensing the immense power hidden inside its broken body. Mind filled with dreams of power and control, he quickly gather allies to take the dragon back to their base, and used the teachings he had gained from Governor General Azazel to convert the scale and bone into a Sacred Gear. Even before he finished putting it together, he was almost overwhelmed by its sheer power. A hidden part of his mind, a part likely in commune with the dragon's soul, made him construct it as a mighty cuirass, with plating covering the lower jaw and stretching down the arms. With this, the Fallen would turn the tide and reign supreme over Angels and Devils.

And it would have, if he hadn't been attacked by strange beasts. Robed creatures with tendrils for faces, and giants made from tentacles and weeds. They quickly overwhelmed the Fallen before he could wear the Sacred Gear, and stole it from their fortress. They also took all his research and notes on the dragon and its creation.

Since then, it has been lost to time and space. In fact, some say that it never even existed.

Mora scrolled through a book on family trees, one he had obtained from the distant future. His tentacle traced a single bloodline to the current time of this realm.

"Yes. This one will be perfect. Through them, Alduin will finally understand his mission."

Hello everyone. Julbot1 sent me a message about the challenge he made, and I have to say that it looks very interesting. Putting someone as petty and vain as Alduin into a form at the mercy of a mere human? As soon as I read about his challenge I came up with several great ideas for it.

So yeah, this is just setting the scene for the story. Redoing the Dragonslayer quest for those who haven't played Skyrim yet (and if you haven't, you need to do so. It's an awesome game). But then we see what happens afterwards. Now, why did I have the Daedric Princes send him to the DxD Universe? Because they're the most seen gods in the series. I've only played Oblivion and Skyrim, so I could be wrong, but from my perspective you only meet one of the Aedra (the good gods). Akatosh, ironically the father of Alduin. The game isn't clear on whether he's literally Akatosh's son, or just a piece of him in the form of a world-ending dragon. But for this, he's kinda both.

Now, when I think of a dragon meant to end the world, I think of a seriously powerful dragon that eats everything else for breakfast (literally, in this case). However, I also figured that he's still weaker than the Princes, and I didn't want him to be too overpowered. Hence why he could fight Great Red and Ophis together (two of the most powerful dragons in DxD), but was still overwhelmed by them. His protection, the one you need to dispel, I see it as protecting against most things. Great Red and Ophis had enough power to eventually break through that protection and hurt Alduin. And even then they didn't fully destroy him, since that'll just put him back at square one. I'm hoping that it'll show that Alduin's tough, without letting him walk all over everyone.

And for those of you wondering about Alduin and Dagon. Yes, according to the wiki and TV Tropes, Alduin did curse Dagon into the destructive brute he is. So yes, Alduin is partially responsible for several of the events in the game. Not bad for a villain who spent most of the timeline in the future/present.

P.S. Yes, I know that Sacred Gears were made by God. But don't forget, Mora is manipulating things in the background. And I doubt God would let Alduin become a Sacred Gear with his power.