Ok... Here we go... I am back. I know I took all of my stories down some time ago and have not posted anything in a long while. And for that I truly apologize. I could give all of you loyal readers any number of excuses as to why I stopped but the simple fact was that I gave up when the going got tuff. But I have returned, and like a saiyan I plan to come back better than ever. Now without further ado. I present my OC insert Highschool DxD story.

Just to warn you. I am not a fan at all of the Highschool DxD show, which I have watched. I find it stupid, riddled with plot-holes and so predictable that I didn't even need to watch more than one episode to predict the outcome of the whole first series.

So why? you might ask, am I writing a story on its page. Well as much as I dislike the way the series was made. The Idea appealed to me greatly. The entire concept of Devils, Angels and Fallen Angels is an unsteady non-aggression pact with different threats appealed to me and my imagination. The backstory and world that was built around the shitty main characters is why I am writing this. I think it could have made a great anime if it had been made the way something like code geass was made.

Other than that I have really to tell you so here is the Disclaimer.

The following is a fan based creation. I do not own Highschool DxD or any of the plot devices or characters that appear in either the light novels, manga or anime and am solely the owner of any OCs and OC abilities.

The entire world burned around him, in the distance he could hear screams cutting through the sound of the flames consuming his home. In countless rooms throughout the compound the wails of children and the roars of warring adults were cut short as enemies unseen slaughtered any they could find.

Romulus Titanius was terrified and confused, mere minutes ago he had been asleep, his last memories being that of his mother's warm embrace lulling him as she sang him a soft lullaby. It seemed to him that only moments had passed before suddenly he was pulled from his bed and thrust into some incomprehensible hellscape, his hand being held by his mother as she dragged him through the blazing inferno that was the Extra demon clan Titanius' main family estate.

Romulus watched the timbers around him catch fire and the sounds of battle permeate the air. His mother, Helen Titanius, pulled him along behind her as she ran, pulling both of them through several large sets of doors into the family library. Immediately after the two rushed through each set closed with a loud thud. Helen Titanius instantly and frantically searched the area, looking for anything that might help her save herself and her child. Her eyes rested on where her husband and the head of the family; Galahad Titanius was packing countless books, scroll, manuscripts and other written accounts into a bag, one that was ridiculously small given how much he was trying to place inside of it.

"Damn it all." He muttered, it seemed that trying to pick and choose what knowledge was most important was too much hassle. With a wave of his hand the entire library's store flew from their shelves, the flames that were already burning some of the tomes closest to the roof snuffed out as they swirled in a miniature hurricane into the bag. With another wave a massive hexagonal barrier appeared on each of the shelfs, taking the forms of books and scrolls, leaving no evidence that the library had ever been emptied.

"Mommy, what's going on?" Asked the young child, his voice cracking with terror, his mind overwhelmed by the incomprehensible events of the night.

"Romulus, there isn't any time to explain." She gently replied, trying to soothe the boy before pulling him over to his father.

"Galahad, we have to leave. The library doesn't matter." She called out to him, shaking his shoulder to attempt to get his attention.

"Yes it does." He replied. "This is our legacy, Romulus will need all the knowledge and power he can get in the coming years."

"He has us." Helen said back, now pulling on his arm. "He doesn't need the books, we can teach him ourselves."

"You think whoever this is is going to stop without our deaths?" He asked her. "Whoever planned this is hoping to destroy our clan, and that can't happen without them killing us."

"What about Romulus?" She yelled back at him as the battle sounds began to wind down and footsteps could be heard thudding throughout the mansion.

"There are plenty of other children in the compound. Romulus' death can be easily faked and he can escape, but I will not allow my son to lose everything. If I cannot give him a proper childhood, or a good life, I will give him the tools to build one for himself."

Banging could be heard from the entrance to the library as enemy forces smashed against the door, trying to break it down to get to the people within.

Galahad turned one of the large bookcases, running his hand over the bottom of one of the shelves he pressed down and waited. A moment later a click was heard from somewhere inside the wall and the bookcase swung open, revealing a secret entrance that led down into darkness. Grabbing his wife and son by their hands he pulled them down the corridor, pausing for a moment to hurl several balls of fire at the bookshelves around the room, setting the aflame and dispelling the illusions of books.

"Why did I even bother?" Romulus heard his father mutter as the trio descended down the stairs.

Pulled through the dark tunnel by his parents Romulus had no time to wonder about the why their family library had a secret exit before a series of torches lit themselves and they emerged from the newly lit tunnel. In the center of a large room at the bottom of the stairs sat a large ornate statue. It had three pairs of arms each performing a different task. In one set of the statue's hands there was an ancient looking scroll. The second set had it's hands above the statue's head, holding a shield with beautiful and ornate designs all over it and a mystical feel about it. Finally, clasped in the last set of hands just above the sitting statue's lap was a small ornate chess set. On one side were twelve pieces all of them radiating power exactly like his mother, with a bishop, two pawns and the king missing from it. On the other side stood fifteen pieces, these ones exuding and aura matching his fathers demonic power. That set was only missing the king.

Suddenly, 3 streaks of light shot past the three nobles, placing themselves on the board. Now there stood two sets of fifteen pieces on each side.

Romulus' mother moved forward, reaching her hand close to her chest, which began to glow before one more more chess pieces emerged, glowing a deep red, signifying his mother's energy mother. The matriarch of the Titanius clan placed the final piece on the board, completing one of the sets with sixteen glowing pieces on one side, the full thirty one pieces radiating demonic energy.

"Take them son." Said Romulus' father, pushing his child towards the statue.

The young boy approached cautiously before recoiling and letting out a frightened cry as a crash was heard from back the way they came.

"Shit." His father swore, ignoring his wife's glare at his language. "They must've broken through the first set of doors, we have to stop them."

Galahad grabbed Helen's hand and dragged her back to the entrance to the chamber before climbing the stairs.

"Grab the scroll Romulus." He yelled over his shoulder. "Then take the chess set and channel your demonic energy into both sets of pieces. Once you're done grab the shield and take the staircase behind the statue. Run strait along the path, do not turn no matter what, that should lead you into Tannin's territory, tell him to take you to Mephisto and he'll handle it from there."

Tearing her hand free from her husband's grip for a moment as he continued up the stairwell to buy his child time Helen ran back and knelt in front of her son. Looking down at his tear-stained face and terrified expression she wrapped her arms around her frightened child and kissed his forehead.

"I love you Romulus." She whispered to him, holding him close. "Both your father and I love more than anything else. Before you go, there are some things you need to know; Make some friends, not too many, don't be some delinquent party boy but make some friends who will stick by you through thick and thin, eat properly and don't overdue the junk food, brush your teeth at least twice a day and don't forget to floss. And please, find a nice girl, or a boy if you prefer, to settle down with, someone who loves you truly and dearly-"

The roof shook, dislodging some dust and chunks of the ceiling.

"I have to go now Romulus, but please, find happiness in life, you don't have to be ambitious or have power, just find something that makes you happy and hold onto it because happiness is the hardest thing to find in life and those who do find it are few and far between."

With a heavy heart Helen Titanius released her son and turned her back on him, running to join her husband and fight those who threatened her family.

As she left Romulus looked on after her until she was out of sight. turning he looked back at the statue. He rushed forward and grabbed the scroll, shoving it into the backpack that his father had left leaning against the side of the wall. Slinging the bag over his shoulder he turned to the chess set. he scooped all thirty one pieces into his arms and poured his power into them like his father had been teaching him to for the last six months since his sixth birthday. The pieces slowly turned a dark purple color from their original white before they levitated out of his arms while the king piece phased into his chest. The rest of the pieces flew into the chess box, forming neat little rows of pieces as the box placed itself into the arms of the young boy who then shoved the whole box into the bag just like he had with the scroll..

The ceiling shuddered again as Romulus' head whipped around to the entrance of the chamber, letting out a whimper of fright. There was a flash of light that filled the chamber and a his father's voice filled the silence.

"Romulus!"

Romulus looked back, hope flaring in his young mind; was his dad ok? Was his mom? Did they win against the bad people who came? Why had his father called his name? All those questions forced Romulus to put off his escape.

Ignoring his flight reflex which was screaming as him to run but unwilling to leave without his parents despite their orders he raced back, climbing the stairs soundlessly but with haste until he reached the halfway point. The young devil stopped as he stepped in a puddle of something. Looking down he saw a red liquid flowing down the stairs.

Once he reached the top he saw that the bookshelf that had concealed the entrance to the secret passageway was being eaten by flames. It was not damaged enough to reveal the passage but there were enough holes where the fires had burned away the wood for him to clearly see into the he saw the body of his mother, her arms wrapped around a badly burned and mangled form that Romulus barely recognised as his cousin Remus.

His mother's eyes were wide open and unblinking while she stared at him. Despite her obviously grievous wounds she managed to mouth words to her horrified son.

'Run'

Romulus didn't acknowledge her silent pleas however, choosing instead to move closer, hearing the voice of his father and another that he did not recognize.

"You won't get away with this Sirzechs, the extra demons won't stay quiet after this. Not when they see how you've murdered my family, my clan." Galahad turned to look at his now dead wife and his cousin's charred body

"My son... They'll rise up, just as you fear, all you've done is make my family martyrs."

Romulus' eyes widened upon hearing the name, as a clan heir he was expected to know the names of all those who held influence in the supernatural world in order to know friend from foe, and very few names were known to any devil as well as Sirzechs Lucifer's.

"They won't rise, you'll not become any kind of martyr Galahad, because I was never here. This attack never happened. Your clan was killed by a group of insiders who did not want the conflict that creating a separate government would bring."

Sirzechs kneeled down to Galahad, looking down while the Titanius clan head shifted to stare up at his one time ally.

"Why did you think this was a good idea Galahad, creating this government wouldn't have ended in anything other than strife and war between us, why did you do this?"

"Too long." The words were raspy and short as Galahad struggled to breath. "For too long have the extra-demon families and clans been mocked and ridiculed, we are devils like all of you, but we are considered less than those who stand as part of your regime. I would have the Extra-demons, all of us, stand up and declare ourselves your equals. Is that truly a crime worthy of this destruction?"

The Maou Lucifer rose, looking down at the man on the floor.

"Yes... yes it was. I'm sorry old friend."

A dark red ball of power gathered in his hand, pointed at the prone form of Romulus' father. In his final moments. Galahad turned to see his young son looking on in horror from the increasingly large hole in the burning bookshelf. Knowing his time was short and unwilling to allow his son to be discovered and likely killed the old devil let out every ounce of his remaining power in a massive wave. The blast sent the devil lord stumbling backwards before he fell on his rear, surprised by the seemingly useless and sudden attack. From his place on the floor of the burning library he let loose a blast of his Power of Destruction, obliterating Galahad, Helen and Remus' bodies in a flash of red light. The blast covered the entire room but thankfully for Romulus the last burst of his father's power had brought down the roof of the tunnel and the library, hiding the entrance to the tunnels and leaving the lord of demons none the wiser of how the last surviving member of the clan of Titanius laid safe but traumatised just beneath his feet. Looking around the room Sirzechs saw the last of the bookshelves collapse from the weight of his power and the fires. A shadow appeared next to him, solidifying into the form of his queen; Grayfia Lucifuge.

"Grayfia, is it done?" The man's voice was stoic but held and undercurrent of mournful disappointment.

"Yes my lord, the clan compound has been secured and all members have been eliminated. We weren't able to find the heir, Romulus, though." The grey-haired woman responded with her head bowed, her maid outfit spotless and pristine even in the blazing inferno of the compound.

"That is of no concern. He was here, I have taken care of him."

"My lord, should we have captured survivors, they would have been valuable to continue the bloodline of the Titanius."

"No, we had no need. We could not claim any without confirming our involvement and any who escaped long enough for us to claim in the aftermath might have evidence against us. They needed to be made an example of, even if we cannot officially claim responsibility, the rumours will soon circulate and it was an open secret they had planned rebellion."

"Very well my lord."

The lord of demons took one last look around the room, spotting in the far corner a small toy. He walked up to it and picked it up off of the ash covered floor.

"Grayfia..."

"Yes my lord."

Sirzechs held the toy tightly in his hands, his grip so firm and filled with magic that his fingers burned through the toy and left pieces to fall to the floor.

"Ensure there is no evidence to tie us to this. I want a formal declaration and our cover story released by tomorrow."

"Of course."

Mere meters underneath the two powerful devils Romulus pulled himself to his feet from where he had laid in the aftermath of falling down the staircase, the pain finally jolting him from his terror induced paralysis. Almost instantly he ran down the path to the door that he had been told not ten minutes before to escape through. As he passed the ancient statue, which somehow had not cracked or broken despite the rumbling of the compound, he grabbed the shield. The ancient weapon glowed briefly in his hands, the patterns that spiralled across its surface changing until their became chaotic and random. Taking no more than a moment to admire the beautiful artefact he sprinted down the narrow and semi-lit escape tunnels. As Romulus ran he ignored all the twists and turns that presented themselves, deaf to the explosion that rocked the hall behind him, blocking off each entrance after he was well past it. The hall continued its controlled demolition until Romulus found himself standing before the last door on the hall. Opening it he was met with the light of the Underworld's moon and stars.

Rumbles behind him caused Romulus to look back over his shoulder, only to see the tunnel collapsing behind him, getting closer and closer to the point that any delay in his escape would surely mean his death.

Pulling himself through the door despite his physical and mental exhaustion, Romulus managed to escape just as the last of the cave collapsed with a burst of dust and debris shooting past him as the final section closed behind him.

The young devil gasped and panted, laying on his back with the shield lying on his chest and the backpack crushed underneath him.

It took a few moments for the boy to catch his breath, feeling the air slowly return to his lungs and his heart rate gradually lower as the night went on.

Sitting up from his place and looking around, Romulus didn't recognise the place he had ended up but he knew he'd done as his father and mother had said. He'd run in a straight line, ignoring all the side passageways and not deviating from his course so his young mind came to the obvious conclusion that he was in the territory of Tannin. Staring around at the unfamiliar territory that he was sitting in, in the dead of night and with nothing to his name but a shield and a backpack of books a thought occur to the young devil.

'How do I find him?'

Before Romulus could concern himself with the whereabouts of the being his parents had specifically instructed him to find he heard the sounds of battle nearby. So much like the sounds he had just recently left behind with his escape from his own burning home, dread began to fill his heart as the sounds became louder and louder.

Two dragons rushed through the undergrowth, one of them long and elegant, glowing blue like the ocean with crystal blue eyes and a lengthy body like the dragons depicted and Chinese and Japanese myths which ended in a long and wispy tail that swayed in the wind as it fought.

The other dragon was different but no less breathtaking, its body the color of rock, sporting large wings and a more stocky figure often seen in European depictions of the legendary beasts with golden eyes and red-brown spikes going down its spine, ending in a sharp tail that was dripping a suspiciously red substance.

The two exchanged blows, the long blue dragon sinking its fangs into the other dragon's neck while the brown dragon tore the first's flank with its claws.

"This territory is mine, I have lain claim to the trees of this area." Shouted the Blue dragon in a distinctly feminine voice.

"And I have need of the trees in this area to feed my new clutch, the trees in my area have been picked free by scavengers." Said the other, its voice deeper and more masculine. "My mate has already died giving what little we have found to our newborns."

"You have already killed by own mate trying to take my apples, if I allow you to have any more of my children will die, I will not allow that."

Romulus had long passed the point where his young six year old mind should have shut down from trauma, but the sight of two majestic creatures fighting brought nothing but a fiery rage into his heart. After so much death that he had just witnessed he refused to allow another casualty to be added to the night. Running forward as fast as his exhausted legs could carry him, he reached towards the two mighty beasts, holding the shield in front of him as some sort of signal.

"STOP!" He yelled in his small voice, drowned by the violence between the two humongous beings. He was too late to realize the danger his impulsiveness had led him into when he saw the blue dragon's tail about to smash him, even without a deadly point at the end he knew it could crush him with neither noticing a thing.

Sending a small plea for forgiveness to his parents for wasting the chance they had given him he prepared for a swift death, making a final effort to protect himself by placing the shield in front of himself.

The tail came crashing down, impacting the shield but not crushing the boy. Instead there was a blast of light and the two dragons were flung apart, their massive bodies flung against a pair of nearby rock formations.

A crash sounded around him and air rushed around him disheveling his cloths and tossing his hair as a third dragon appeared. It fell from the sky and landed with a deafening slam.

"You will not fight with this child present... What has happened?" The large dragon glanced between the two downed beasts.

"Lord Tannin." The female dragon exclaimed. "Barren has invaded by territory, he was taking the apple I picked to feed my clutch, then this devil child came and attacked us."

The great dragon turned to the blue one.

"This was no attack Mizuchi, I saw what happened before I intervened. If you are to fight, do it somewhere where the Dragon Apple trees will not be harmed. I hope I do not have to tell you the same Barren?"

Both dragons looked on in fear, bowing their heads submissively to the great reptilian creature.

"Of course Lord Tannin, please forgive us."

"I will deal with the two of you in the morning. For now, you two are to share both of your territories."

The two began to protest, quite insistent in making known their dislike for one another.

"Mizuchi, allow Barren to pick enough apples to survive for the night, I will have someone come to aid in the growth of the apples in both of your territories. For now, get along and you will both prosper."

The two grumbled before nodding their heads in consent. The blue dragon Mizuchi moved back to a large lake that Romulus had not noticed originally. The other dragon, Barren, began moving in the opposite direction, towards what looked like a small mountain peeking out from the tips of the trees.

The large dark purple dragon crossed his two, equally large, arms over his chest and let out a huff of irritation. Turning his attention from the two separated and retreating squabblers he turned to look down at the young child.

Romulus felt uncomfortable with the intense stare that the giant creature was giving him.

"Who are you, boy?" Asked the Tannin, moving his hand to scratch his chin.

"R-romulus." Romulus squeaked out, his knees shaking, exhaustion and fear once again showing through. "Romulus Titanius."

The large dragon's eyes widened slightly, recognizing the name of the devil clan that lived close to his own territory.

"Titanius? Why are you here little one, should you not be home with your family?"

The young Extra-Devil's eyes began to water at the mention of his family. Tears gathered in his eyes and dropped down his face before falling to the ground.

"They... they aren't there anymore. Bad people came, they came and burned everything. Then the Maou came, he killed my mommy and dad."

From his position Tannin had to strain to hear the boy's small voice, but when he heard that the Titanius clan had been destroyed, by the forces of the Maou Lucifer of all devils, he reached down and scooped up the boy, placing him on his shoulders.

"Come, I will take you to Mephisto, he knew your family and parents well, he will help you."

The dragon reached down, plucking the boy from his place and setting him down on his enormous shoulders.

"Hold on."

No sooner had the words been said than the large purple dragon shot into the air. Romulus let loose his fear in an ear shattering scream as they soared through the heavens of hell. The distance was traveled at an impressive speed, mountains and gorges were passed in an instant and soon Romulus could feel the distinct trace of magic in the air. A magic circle, with the symbol for the Pheles family at its center appeared, encircling the two and obscuring the young devil's view before it broke away, revealing the light of the sun and depositing the dragon and devil on Earth. More specifically, the german countryside.

Romulus' lungs finally demanded that he inhale precious oxygen and so he stopped his screaming for a moment to take a breath. In that moment the rush of the wind stopped and the feeling of holding on for dear life against large g-force also ceased. Peaking out of one eye Romulus found that they were no longer within the dragon's territory, or at least, no part of the territory that he had been in. Around his were large fields that stretched as far as the eye could see, before giving way somewhere in the distance to a mountainous range that encircled the entire area.

In the center of the land was a large lake, with several structures built along it and numerous boats, people, and a large arrangement of slides formed from ice and stone either in it on on its edges. Large buildings littered the fields and countless individuals wandered between them, either in groups or in solitude. There were even areas where the young Titanius could see different people of different ages firing quantities of magic at each other, with explosions of elements occurring frequently between them. Many different methods of magical transport were abundant in the air as even more people zipped across the sky to different parts of the property.

A rumbling chuckle jarred him out of his stupor.

"It is quite and impressive sight." Rumbled Tannin. "Mephisto is an incredibly powerful devil, he could have easily risen to a high place in the underworld, instead he chose to stay amongst humans and teach them the ways of magic. Even I do not know why, though I suppose that his time amongst humans has not diminished his reputation amongst his own kind."

Stomping forward Tannin began a slow march to the largest castle, which stood at the edge of a large forest. Romulus was forced to run to keep up, his short legs not at all matching the mile eating strides of the former dragon king and leaving him in the dust after only a couple of strides of the enormous dragon.

"Fly boy." Said Tannin. "You have no hope of keeping pace with me on foot."

Romulus protested. "I can't fly, I haven't been taught yet."

"Flight amongst devils is instinctive, you are born with your wings, bring them out and take to the skies."

Romulus concentrated, he had seen many times how devils in his clan had unfurled their wings and lifted themselves into the air. Concentrating hard and grunting with effort he felt slight pain in his upper back, and moments later he felt the sensation of wind brushing his skin.

'What? Why?' He wondered, he was fully clothed, and it didn't feel like any limb or part of his body he had previously felt.

"Well done boy."

Romulus opened his eyes and glanced at his back, shocked that springing from his upper back were a pair of large bat-like wings. Testing them out he attempted to focus on the now sensations that were coming in from them, moving appendages that had never been moved before.

Several attempts were made, a few times he got the wings to twitch and flap but actual flight seemed nothing more than a pipe dream.

"I can't do it." He panted, having tried many times to rise into the air under his own power. "It's too hard, I can't do it."

Tannin grunted.

"Fine, it looks like plan B."

Picking up the boy he moved to place Romulus on his shoulders. Romulus relaxed slightly, his wings folding but not disappearing, only to scream loudly as he was catapulted to the large castle a couple of hundred meters away.

He reached the height of his arc far too soon and began to drop back towards earth, gravity pulling him down faster and faster as the young boy floundered in the air for some way to slow his descent. It was at the moment when he was nearing the tips of the castle's tallest towers that Tannin's words once again came to mind.

'Flight amongst devils is instinctive.'

Closing his eyes and concentrating solely on his wings he felt the leathery extremities extend. Angling them just right he allowed them to act as a glider, slowing and controlling his descent before he felt the familiar rush of his own demonic power rush to them. Suddenly he was hovering, his wings beating and keeping him afloat only a dozen or so meters above the ground. Grasping control of his power Romulus did his best to slowly lower himself to the ground, but failed as he dropped the whole way, landing in his butt and yelping in surprise and pain.

A huge thud sounded behind him as Tannin landed in the courtyard.

"Well, that's good, you actually managed to stop."

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Screamed Romulus as he got up from the ground, anger and fear causing his voice to crack and his heart to beat a mile a minute in his chest.

"To see if you could fly. I gotta say that was impressive, most devils I do that to end up crashing into the castle walls. Now come on, I'll take you to Mephisto."

The dragon-devil turned and walked into the castle, leaving the stunned young devil in his wake. Romulus stared at the retreating dragon, stunned at his crazed explanation. It took a few moments before the boy realised he was being left behind, after which he concentrated his wings to move himself forward. He eventually came, floating next to Tannin instead of running in order to get used to the wings that he had just awakened.

AN: Here we go, the start of my newest story. Now for the record, the characters that are in the main series will not appear for a while. For now I will be exploring the magic and world that the DxD universe constructed and create my own society and characters. There may be some brief cameos from the likes of Azazel, Vali and others but for the most part it will focus on the OC Romulus' training and understanding his own abilities.

Info:

The members Titanius clan have been called the titans of defense. They have a monumentally large capacity for defensive magic as well as physical offense and defense which made most of them very sought after choices for the rook position in a devil's peerage. The previous clan leader; Galahad Titanius was said to be capable of taking hits from any of the Satans and walking away with only scratched and bruises to show for it, which led the extra-demon clan to become one of the most respected clans in the extra-demon territories. The downside of this incredible resilience and endurance is that the Titanius clan is completely incapable of performing offensive magic and most other forms of sorcery. For example a Titanius member who can use an S-ranked defense technique; capable of withstanding attacks from high-class devils and angels, would not be able to conjure even the most simple of attack spells. For this reason Titanius clan members are not considered good candidates for the positions of queen or bishop.