The God Complex

So here it is. The remake of Blacklight. With that being said, there will be few plot scenes that will follow the other story. I wouldn't consider this to even be the same story at all, really. Everything could and will change, but don't worry, the lemons and harem will stay along with a few plot points here and there. Or was it here and here?

Ehh, it's going to be alright, I sometimes confuse my plan nines with my sevens because my eights tend to fail.

Chapter 1: Good Things Fall Apart

"Hallelujah!" Issei exclaimed, throwing his weight onto his bed, his door left swung open haphazardly. "Thank you, God, for giving me a peaceful break from school!"

He was joking with himself somewhere deep down, and he chuckled to himself. Today he was bored, and surprisingly, he didn't feel a want to watch porn or play games, today he wanted to just relax and sleep. A nice, relaxing day after a long day of school… longer than normal thanks to all his stupid friends.

His stomach growled. He didn't eat much at school today, but that was because he didn't like the food that was served today… which he didn't want to talk about the "food." It was a big double-bad for him also, as his parents left the house for a date, which meant they wouldn't be back till at least midnight, so he would be left for himself to get food. He didn't want to cook for himself though, and everything he knew was some simple ramshackle meal worth of the bugs that didn't seem to be interested either.

He threw himself up, his expression beaming his happiness for the turn out of today. He walked through his door, paying no mind to it as it was left swung open. He rushed down the steps that lead to his room and burst through to his living room. He slipped through the furnishing and made his way to the door that lead outside, jumping into his shoes with the speed of a cheetah.

He walked out the door at a more refined speed. It was almost night, but he had plenty of spare time to grab a quick bite of grub. Almost immediately after leaving his house, he felt odd and out of place, as if someone was watching his back. He continued his walk though, his head was held high like a natural as he walked past houses, people and restaurants that were less interesting to him.

He couldn't help but still feel like he was being followed, but he decided to ignore it once more, and walked into the fast food restaurant of his choice. Once obtaining his bagged food and drink, and eating it too, he wasn't sure how to spend the rest of his day. He wasn't about to start walking to an empty house, so he started to move towards the city park. Of course, it required him to cross the bridge he normally took heading home from school, but he thought a walk in the park would be good for him before nightfall. And he imagined most people would be going home by now, so he would be alone with his thoughts.

He was right in his assumption about people heading home from the park, but when he crossed the bridge, he was immediately distracted by a girl who had called to him.

"Uh-umm, are you Issei Hyoudou?" Facing her, she had long silky black hair and bright violet eyes. She wore a school uniform, which was a dark red jacket with the letter "P" embroidered in gold, a white undershirt with a red bow, and a green skirt with thin white strip around the edge at the ends of it.

"I think so?" he replied, trying to be comical, which failed miserably. "Sorry, how can I help you? You're the first girl to approach me like this, so sorry."

The girl looked genuinely taken aback. She adjusted her expression back to normal, she remembered the orders given to her well, and she was smart enough to not go against them.

"You are to observe Issei Hyoudou to see if he has a Sacred Gear. I want no harm done to him and I want you to protect him. However, I want you to immediately report back to me your findings."

She wouldn't dare mess up the orders of her beloved Azazel. "W-well… I've just… heard a lot about you, and would like to be your friend, if you allow me?"

Now it was Issei's turn to be amazed. "You want to be friends with me? Why would a girl like you want to be friend with a loser like me?"

She didn't know how to reply; he made a solid point. She had to be careful with what she said next to not stir any questions in him, hell what was she going to do? She had to maintain her innocent human façade and not reveal her fallen angel side until the time was needed. She would play the innocent schoolgirl.

"So, um… ah, do you have a girl-girlfriend?" Her voice was timid, and she did her best to fake a blush. Acting was something to help her pass time, and she considered herself pretty good at it. Besides, it worked in making her closer to the boy, making her job to watch him easier. She would tell him later that it was all just a ruse and she didn't actually have feelings for him, cruel as it may be.

"Umm… No. N-not really… everyone thinks I'm a pervert at school, which I am… can't lie to you there, sometimes I do want to go back… but then again… so most girls just despise me. The only time girls talk to me is to beat me, kind of sad." His speech was choppy and transitioned and she could only imagine how he was feeling and what he was thinking.

She knew all of this already about him, but based on what she had observed, this was the exact opposite of how he should have reacted. To say she was surprised was more than the understatement of the year. She was straight flabbergasted.

"W-well… I don't think you're anything like that!" She was quick to jump in and try and fix the situation she found herself in. "Its okay to be perverted, it's in your nature, besides… I wish people would give me the looks you give…" yeah, she had no idea where she was going, why, or what hole she was digging with herself but… it was all part of her mission, right? Right?

"Hey, can I get your name? I mean, you already know me, and a lot about me, but I don't even know as little as your name about you." He said coolly, an exact opposite of what she was expecting again. She was under the idea that he would be beaming to know a girl was stalking him, but now she was beginning to be intrigued. She decided she would play it cool, see if his response changed.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" she bowed to him deeply, "My name is Yuuma. Yuuma Amano. I'm sorry, I was just so excited to meet you and ask you out that I forgot!"

His expression turned to shock and excitement. "I'm sorry, come again?"

She smiled brightly and gave another deep bow. "Issei Hyoudou, will you please go out with me?" she yelled that part out a little too loud, but she definitely stunned him.

"O-of course! But why me?" he questioned and looked down at his feet.

She walked closer to him, and got within his personal space. "Well, my boyfriend haven't I already told you the answer to that?"

Perhaps it was the closeness, but he swore he saw her eyes glow purple. And of course he remembered what she had said about him, she had told him that she loved how he stayed persistent in his dreams even after so many struggles and hardships. But, when exactly did he hear that? When had she said that? Why was his head starting to hurt from her closeness? And he swore her eyes were glowing…

With nothing else being said between the two of them, the two exchanged numbers and went separate way, bidding each other goodbye.

Issei began to walk back home, without a sound as his head pondered more questions than he could answer or keep up with. He was confused about how tonight went, but he could still very evidently feel one thing. He still felt like he was being watched. It only faded that whole night when he was with Yuuma. Those short few moments when he was with her, it didn't feel like the hairs on the back of his neck were sticking straight up as if they had some form of sixth sense.

...

She turned back when she was sure Issei couldn't see her anymore and began to follow him. She could tell something was definitely inside the boy, but she wasn't sure exactly what, and that left it up to her too determine if she should go back and report to Azazel and trust that he was correct or if she should follow her own gut instinct.

Her attention averted to her left, a pair of brown eyes that locked with her from afar that only came out when Issei passed. She recognized the girl immediately as a member of the peerage belonging to Rias Gremory, the sister of the great Maou. If she had conflicts with her or the girl that was looking at her with eyes in stalk, there would be hell to pay. Literally.

She turned away, accepting that she had been compromised, and summoned a circle below her, a purple crest that belonged to the Grigori. She would immediately report back to Azazel as instructed… but as she disappeared, along with the girl with white hair, she noticed a terrible power that seeped from Issei's house, it wasn't strong, but it was ill. Before she could act, she was teleported… and she began to fear she was already too late to protect the boy. The energy she felt wasn't there before he left and was definitely there to harm him…

"Oh no…" she said aloud in the room she found herself in.

…

Issei opened the door to his house, and the terror that struck him was something he couldn't comprehend as he fell to his knees. Before him, his parents laid strewn out, only pieces of the figure they used to form, their blood splattered on the walls of his living room, sprayed out on the floor, soaking the cloth furniture… the display of broken objects and decorations were an evident sign of struggle and the gashes in the wall looked like they came from a monster.

His mother and father were clean-cut, tangled up in an unnatural position by metal wires that he could only assume were razor-sharp piano wires. Their chests were sliced open, their rib cages were cracked open. Issei gagged and threw up all he had that night. The door closed behind him, and he moved, and with reflexes that surprised even him, he threw his left arm up to block a blade from hitting his vitals, but it bit deep into his arm. He gave a cry as recognition came and sent him pain that came in unimaginable waves.

There was a man dressed in a black, torn cloak, his facial features were only a silhouette, piercing eyes and white teeth on a black canvas that made the scene all the more terrifying. However, he got distracted by the terror of the man's appearance, that he took another slash into his arm again, this one slicing down to the bone as the monster made a sawing motion. And now he noticed the blade was a writhing mass of black with red veins that screamed I'm alive.

He crawled as fast as he could, stumbling onto his feet. He rushed off heading for the stairs that lead to his room but slipped and slid on the blood-smeared wood panel floor, forcing him face first into the stairs, breaking his noise and causing him even more pain. He raised himself up, using the stairs as his support as a laugh came from the man behind him. The blade that made the man's hand slashed the wall beside him, slicing through it and cleaved into his other arm. He screamed in pain as he limped up the stairs with a newfound speed. He slid into the hallway and rushed into his room, only to be met by the appendage of the killer once more, this time slicing into his stomach.

He turned at this, and faced the man, but before Issei had the chance to do anything, there was a sharp left-hand jab straight into his torn abdomen that sent shockwaves of electrocuting pain through him. His vision began to fade and images of his mother and father filled his head. He backpedaled in pain, and the monster slashed his thigh, making him collapse to the floor directly below his window.

The killer grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging him up and yanking against his window. The glass shattered on impact and he fell through, falling a full story and landing in his yard with a storm of shattered glass falling above him, landing in him and sticking in the ground beside him. He heard footsteps somewhere above him. With as much effort as he could muster, he moved, worming his way into a sea of broken glass. The shards gnawed at him as he did, ripping his flesh, but the pain was minimal to what his heart and body were feeling. The man had to be stopped… he would not get away with what he had done to his parents.

Coughing up blood, his chin grazed the grass, adding to the bleeding. A low-pitched heartbeat started to ring in his ears. He rolled over, laying on his back, his body felt so heavy he could no longer move with his own strength. The ground hook with the man's footsteps, and he came into his vision. His arm began to twist and transform, and the smile he had grew wider.

"Requiescat in pace." The man was gone in a flash of red. He had never heard the language, but it was like clarity had erupted through him. Rest in peace. He would not. He knew he wasn't going to make it, but he no longer cared. He would make him pay, in this life or the next.

His head fell to his side, and he was met by a reflection of himself from shattered glass that stuck upright in the ground. Tears flowed from his eyes, blood splattered across his face, his face mixed with his families. There was nothing behind his eyes, which looked so emotionless to him it was amazing. All the happiness that happened to him in the past hours were poorly reflected behind his lifeless eyes. There was nothing left but the rage, hatred and the vile that the killer had forced into him.

A dark fog slowly veiled his eyes, but it could not subdue his rage. He would not rest—not until he had revenge. Not yet.

The darkness in his mind whispered, promising blood, domination and revenge. He forced himself to look at himself once more…

A low mist hung in the air, packing with it a feeling of calmness that washed over him. The glass beside him reflected green eyes, slit and filled with the rage of death itself.

An oath was made and Issei closed his eyes in acceptance.

…

His vision sputtered as small flashes of light went off here and there like cameras going off. He looked around for a few seconds, there were officers everywhere, criminal yellow tape completely surrounding his house and lots of men in black suits. He recognized them immediately as agents for the Public Intelligence Agency, he closed his eyes again too weak to keep them open.

"The kids name is Issei Hyoudou, we informed his school and other local officials of his death. We identified his blood being the only one going up the steps, allowing us to form what happened. From what we can tell, he was attacked as he entered his house, we assume he got all his slash marks as he was making his way to the stairs and defending himself with his arms. Ultimately, there are fist marks on his skull, which indicates he was thrown out of the window from upstairs, and the blood in the grass show he was able to cry a little distance before turning on his back and bleeding to death." Came the voice of a man.

"The kid was able to go that long? With those deep cuts, trauma and from that fall no less? What the hell is he? No normal human could handle that." A second male voice replied.

"The body can endure the harshest pains when adrenaline is at its highest. After seeing his parents like that and knowing who it did, the rage and animosity he must have felt…"

"I suppose you're right, seeing your parents suspended by piano wire would traumatize someone mentally and make them physically resistant, yes."

There was a sigh.

"I want your opinion on something, since you are new. Do you believe in spirits?"

"Like ghosts? The stuff in myths and urban legends?"

"Precisely. In those stories you call myths, why do they come back?"

"Because they can't rest in peace."

As soon as the words entered his head, there was a field of anger that flashed in him. His eyes shot open, and the glass beside his head showed they were green as emeralds and slit like a predators. He mumbled the words, staring dead in the eyes of the terrified men. "Requiescat in pace."

"H-he's alive! Help, someone help him! He is alive!"

From that point forward, everything was a series of flashes that wouldn't end. He was lifted onto a medical bed and strapped in before being forced into a ambulance. His eyes lids were forced open as a light was shone in.

"His eyes look normal, dilated properly. But the glass… it'll be a miracle if he ever sees again."

"Well, lets hope he pulls off another miracle. He already pulled one off. He was officially labeled dead, the school announced him dead and news channels reported on him."

There came a steady beeping, a mechanical, digital heartbeat, calm and slowing constantly with each beat before reaching a steady rhythm. There was blackness all around him, and the rage was still deep inside him, festering. His eyes shot open and he was in a room, more specifically, a hospital room, an IV attached into his right arm was the indicator of that and a TV hanging in a corner was turned on just loud enough for him to hear.

"The murder of the Hyoudou family was a great tragedy to befall onto the people of Kuoh, and the school morns their student's loss and mourned his supposed death as well. The motives behind the killer's attack against the Hyoudou family is unclear, and the killer doesn't appear to have any other targets. All further information has been redacted and disclosed until further notice to protect the whereabouts of Issei Hyoudou's current place of rest."

Issei stared, his anger beginning to reach to the surface until the door opened. But his attention was set on the TV.

"The most recent strike involving Issei Hyoudou is a message that was carved in a farmers crop field."

The news reporter showed a field with words burned into it. Requiescat in pace.

He clenched his teeth to the point they hurt. He swore vengeance. He felt power rush to his head as his vision filled with green.

"Ah! You're finally awake!"

His attention shifted, the green faded and he was now looking at a pale white girl who entered only moments before the new channel displayed its message, her long blue hair an asset that impressed him for its length and health.

"Who are-" He tried to speak, but he was interrupted by the fast-talking girl, adding to his annoyance. An annoyance he never knew he would get from a girl talking top him.

"No, no, no, don't speak. You're still very weak, you were in a fatal condition for a month, and now, you are somehow recovering faster than imaginable. You are an anomaly!"

Issei nodded, though he didn't understand. The girl was a fast talker. Very fast. His stomach growled.

"Ahh! I'll be right back with some food, you'll be okay by yourself for a bit?" the girl was sweet. It almost reminded him of Yuuma, he wondered how she was handling this news. He nodded to the girl.

Once the girl had left and closed the door behind her. The news had moved on to things that were boring. He closed his eyes and placed his hands in his lap.

He let the darkness that he saw when he was dying take over his mind once more.

…

"You. You are the boy I am stuck inside?"

"You're the one that gave me a second chance at life." Issei said and looked around the darkness, unwavering in his appearance.

"I gave you power unmatched. You have seen things my other wielders have not, suffered more than past wielders. You want revenge, domination and power. That's exactly what you get."

"Show me yourself." Issei said, his voice using more force than intended.

"You are either very brave, or very stupid."

Issei couldn't determine where exactly the voice came from.

"I'll show myself, but the few who know my identity wouldn't dare want to see me in my full state of being."

The void he was in shifted, the inky-black background stayed but new shapes formed, multi-colored clouds sparkling with odd entities as unnatural colors shifted across the dark cyclorama. And now, towering in his vision like a sentinel, was a dragon. Red scales, as dark as blood, holding a piercing green gaze so predatory he couldn't help but stare back, and staring into its green eyes, he saw the terrible acts of war and destruction, the death and decay that came with the destructive power the dragon had earned and now gifted to him.

"I am Ddraig. The Heavenly Dragon of Domination. And you are my wielder. The Red Dragon Emperor." The dragon smiled down at him, and he couldn't help but smile back.

The door swung open. And The first thing to fill his nostrils was smoke.

End of Chapter 1: Good Things Fall Apart

Lot of stuff changed. I hope its all for the better. Issei is not a devil in the remake. He won't be unless I'm really just feeling it, y'know? There will be lemons, of course, later on.

So how did I do? I really tried, and I mean really tried to make it better. I described the murder more this time because I wanted to really hit the nail on the head for the mental damage side of things that I just skimmed over in the original.

Also, I feel like how I described the murder scene I read somewhere else, I didn't copy, but it just felt familiar when I was writing it, so….

Leave me a review and let me know if this is an improvement or not. All of my other stories are pretty much dead, in case you came to this story for an update on this, my energies will be focused on this whenever I get time from work, exercises for military, and studying.

Thank you, The Sham-WOW Team