So this is another story I have been working on and felt like showing. Enjoy and review!

(Prologue)

My name is 666 (Trihexa) or Trihexa for short. I am also known as the Anti-God, the Primordial Darkness, Embodiment of Destruction, the Beast from the Revelations, the Black Beast, the Emperor Beast of the Apocalypse, or more commonly known as the Apocalyptic Beast, as well as the King of Beasts, Dracula and the Original Satan, though very, very few know of my connection to those two titles. My power makes me one of the strongest beings in existence, on par with the Great Red, the Dragon from the Revelation and the only being who could match me in strength, with our fight being capable of ending all life. Another being who can counter me is, or was, God of the Bible, the Primordial Light and my counterpart. These days however, I go by the name of Tristan.

Many years ago, during what was called the Great War, my existence was discovered by the being known as the God of the Bible. He tried to destroy him, but I was more powerful then him. So instead he sealed me, placing thousands of powerful seals on my body and sending it to the ends of the world. That also led to God being exhausted from the seals he used, which led to his death.

But just before I was sealed, I managed to eject a portion of myself from my original body and hide on Earth. At first I had no power, but as time went on I started to regain my former strength slowly, but surely. But as my power returned, I began to have thoughts about many things. One of which was my purpose in life. I am called the Apocalyptic Beast, the one who is the fight the Great Red, the Apocalyptic Dragon, and bring forth the end to the world. But, do I really have to? Before losing my powers I never really gave much thought too anything else, just followed my natural instincts, like the beast I was called.

Now…I begin to question what is it that I really want? Do I truly want to bring an end to all existence? As I walked the Earth the past centuries since obtaining this form, I came to the conclusion that I do not know what I want. And so I have decided to simply wander the Earth, the Underworld, the Dimensional Gap, lands controlled by other mythologies, even the Heavens itself to find my answer. I have been wandering for the past 1,000 years and during those years not only have I regained my power as a whole (including being able to transform to my original form) I have learned much, about beliefs, about peace and war, about the individual thinking that exists in all beings, and about right and wrong. Now I travel, to find what I truly desire.

(Kuoh City, Morning)

The sun was rising upon Kuoh City, signifying a new day. Already a few people were already up and about, heading out to their daily activities. At the same time Trihexa, or Tristan as he called himself, had just entered the city borders. He had a tall figure and was wearing an ankle-length black, hooded cloak, tattered at the bottom. The hood was currently over his head, covering most of his face and shoulder-length jet-black hair. He wore no shirt underneath his cloak, save for bandages wrapped around his chest, and black pants and knee-length black boots over his legs and feet. Despite his unique attire, no one seemed to notice him, like he wasn't there in the first place. Even though he was walking out in the open, not a single person spared him a glance or registered his presence. His feet walked on the ground without a sound.

Tristan continued walking, no actual destination in mind. His hidden face would swing side to side, as if trying to see if anything would catch his interest. He briefly stopped in front of a large facility. A school to be in fact. He paused briefly as he stared at the school for a moment. Already students and teachers were beginning to enter the school's entrance. Tristan seemed to have sensed several supernatural energy signatures around the school, and coming from several different individuals. After a minute or two of staring, the cloaked entity continued his trek.

As he kept walking, three other people were approaching him, though they were unaware of his presence. Both were girls in their late teens, and had buxom, voluptuous figures, and finally wore school uniforms. One had long red, crimson almost, hair with a single strand sticking up. She also possessed blue eyes. The other girl had long black hair tied up into a long ponytail by a yellow bow and had purple eyes. The third person was a small, petite girl, with short white hair with black cat hair clips, hazel eyes, and a blank expression on her face as she ate some candy. She walked behind the two taller girls.

The two girls appeared to have been talking about something just as Tristan walked past them. It was at that moment that three girls froze, their eyes wide and skins pale, as they sensed an incredible force of power brushing past them. Swiftly, the they spun around to find the source of the incredible power, but could see nothing. Even though the cloak person was only a few feet away from them, the girls' eyes could not see anything, and their ears could not hear anything either. It greatly unnerved them.

After a moment of silence, the redhead spoke first. "Akeno…you felt that right?" The redhead asked.

The other girl, now identified as Akeno, merely nodded slowly. "Yes Buchou, but I don't see anyone. And it feels like its disappearing now." Akeno commented. "What about you Koneko-chan?"

The white hair girl, Koneko Tojou, first year and Kuoh Academy's mascot, said nothing. She had a rare show of emotions on her face, shock, her eyes wide as she looked behind her. Just like the two older girls, she could no longer sense the incredibly large power anymore. But as a Yokai, a Nekomata to be precise, her more primal instincts, and what skills of Senjutsu she had, could still feel the lingering presence of whom or what passed by them. It was very intoxicating for her and could not help but find herself drawn to it.

"…-chan! Koneko-chan!" A voice shouted.

Koneko was snapped out of her trance as she turned to face her seniors. Both girls had curious and concern looks as they stared at the first year.

The white hair girl managed to return to her blank facial appearance. "It is nothing, Akeno-senpai, Buchou." She said quietly.

After hearing that, though still a bit suspicious, the redhead, Rias Gremory, the heir to the Gremory Clan, one of the two Great Queens of Kuoh Academy, along with Akeno Himejima, decided that they would deal with the phenomena later. Though as the three continued their trek towards Kuoh Academy, while discussing about the one Issei Hyoudou, they still could not shake off the lingering feeling that the tremendous power left on them. Koneko, though still eating her sweet, kept thinking about the presence she had sensed. There was only word she could describe the primal feeling she felt when it ran over her. "Alpha…" Koneko muttered quietly.

Tristan continued walking through the town, still having no actually destination in mind. But as he was passing by an alleyway, something caught his eye. A group of what appeared to be four thugs were ganging up on someone smaller than them, one of them holding a pocket knife in his hand. It was a nun to be exact, foreign judging by her blonde hair, and seemed to be 15 or 16 years old. While Tristan could not tell what the cause was, but it was clear that those thugs were going to cause the girl trouble. So with a sigh, Tristan made his way towards them. While at the same time dispelling the aura around him, which had hidden his presence from those around him.

The thugs had not even noticed Tristan until he put his hands on one of them. "Who the hell-?" The man was about to say before he was effectively silenced by a well aim punch to the cheek. The blow sent the man crashing in the nearby wall. The others just now noticed Tristan's presence by this point. Two of the three remaining thugs tried to charge at the cloaked person. They threw sloppy punches but were quickly dispatched by Tristan when he grabbed them by the wrists. Without missing a beat he threw the two men to the side like they were nothing. Just with the first one, both men collided with the walls of the alleyway, losing conscious immediately. The last one, the thug with the knife, seemed torn between attacking and fleeing. After a second or two, he went with the former and charged at Tristan, knife posed to deal a fatal blow.

Not the least bit fazed, Tristan, in lighting quick reflexes, swung his left arm outwards and smacked the knife out of the thug's hands. The man could only blink for a moment before he was viciously sent crashing into the ground head first. Tristan's fist hovered above the unconscious man's prone form.

Without sparing the down men a second glance, Tristan moved his eyes towards the nun. Said girl stood in her place, staring at the black haired person with a mixture of shock and awe. Tristan walked up to her, his face staring down at her form. "Are you okay?" Tristan asked in a commanding, yet gentle, voice.

Snapping out of her stupor, the blonde nodded shyly. "Y-yes thank you Mister…" She said kindly with a small smile.

Tristan raised an eyebrow when he noticed that she was speaking broken Japanese, mixed with a more fluent Italian. That was no problem for him, he had a mastery of all languages. "That is good. And the name is Tristan, Tristan False Prophet." Tristan said in Italian, surprising the blonde nun.

He was about to leave when a rumbling sound caught his ears. It did not take a genius for him to realize that it was coming from the nun's stomach, said person blushing in embarrassing.

Letting out a sigh, Tristan asked the blonde, "Would you like something to eat?"

Several minutes later the two could be seen at the park, sitting on one of the many benches. Tristan had used his powers of illusions to buy himself and the girl hot dogs and soda from one of the nearby vendors. It helped him hide his true form and trick the vendor into giving it for free. It wasn't like Tristan was lacking money, he had acquired a great amount of treasure during his centuries of travel, keeping it all in his personal dimension. But he felt like there was no point in wasting money on something like this.

Back to the present Tristan was eating a hot dog with the nun, who introduced herself as Asia Argento. Apparently she had been transferred to the town's church for reasons she could not say. Unfortunately due to her lack of being able to speak fluent Japanese, as well as being unfamiliar with this area, she was absolutely loss. Tristan also took note of a strange power within Asia, and it did not take him that long to realize that the nun was in the possession of a Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing. He figured it out when she volunteered to heal the wound on is hand, inflicted on him by the thug's knife. Of course he could heal a small wound like that easily, but said nothing.

"So tell me Asia." Tristan said, getting the blonde's attention. "Why is a nun such as you, especially holding a rare Sacred Gear, here alone, if you don't mind me asking?"

Asia was silent for a good while, clearly Tristan brought up a rather uncomfortable memory. "My apologies. You need not tell me if you do not want to." Tristan said politely.

"Mm" Asia said with a gentle smile. "I don't mind telling you Mr. Prophet. You seem like a nice person."

Tristan had little time to be taken aback by such a comment as Asia began her story. By the end of it, Tristan now had a strong desire to wipe out every church in the world. How dare they treat this poor, kind girl as an outcast! Just because she healed a Devil! And after all that time they had treated her as a 'holy maiden'. Did the people at the church even know that a Sacred Gear affected all races? Asia did not even know that the person was a devil in the first place, so how can they blame the fault on her for trying to help a person in need? Truly the prejudice of people, race be damned, never ceased to disgust Tristan. However seeing the upset look on Asia's face, clearly from bringing up bad memories, stayed Tristan's hand. Despite having little social interaction in the past centuries, the Apocalyptic Beast knew that the young girl needed comfort. So he placed a hand on Asia's shoulder, getting the blonde to look at him.

"What happened then was not your fault. You had no idea that the person was a devil and you were just trying to do the right thing." Tristan began. "The people of the church were idiots, for being blind by their prejudice and blaming you for using a power gifted you for a reason."

"W-what reason would that be, Mr. Prophet?" Asia asked, listening with great concentration.

Tristan looked at his hands, speaking in a soft tone. "From what I can tell Twilight Healing is a Sacred Gear that heals all the user wishes to heal, to protect. So it would make sense for it to be reborn within a person that possesses a kind heart. Someone who does not bound themselves to things such as grudges, prejudice, allegiance, species, or beliefs. But someone who desires to help all those around them, no matter who or what, in short, a kind person." He turned his red eyes at Asia again. "And you Asia, are a kind person. You should not be shamed by your decision to help that devil. Instead, feel pride for doing what you believed was right."

By then the nun had tears threatening to spill down her face. Never in her whole life, before or after being cast out, had anyone said such kind, heartwarming words to her. People had always commended her just because of her powers, not of who she was. To hear those words from this person, it brought so much happiness to her that she was at a loss for words. The only thing that could come out of her mouth were, "Thank you…"

The rest of the time the two ate in comfortable silence. Eventually after buying Asia ice cream, the two went their separate ways. As he walked away from the nun, Tristan felt strangely pleased with himself, as if a burden has been lifted up from his shoulders. But at the same time, he felt like something bad was going to happen in the near future. 'Perhaps I should stick around longer.' Tristan thought to himself as he cloaked himself in his aura again, hiding his presence once more.

(Four Days Later)

'I think this is the longest I stayed in a single place.' Tristan mused to himself as he sat on a tree branch, the leaves hiding his form from the people below. Not like they could see him anyway. Whenever he activated his nonexistence aura, his body became completely undetectable to the naked eye. No one could detect his presence, even those who were highly trained in sensing presences would be able to find them. If he was near them then they might be able to, but they would still be unable to see his physical form. Basically he was invisible, imperceptible, and intangible while still remaining tangible. The only people who could possibly sense him fully would be senjutsu users, as he could not cloak his ki, and that is only those with incredible skills in the art.

Back to the present, Tristan was debating on what to do. He hadn't really done much to be honest, minus killing a Stray Devil that, unfortunately for it, ran into him, and unintentionally meeting a group of young Devils. Though they had not seen him since he cloaked his presence and left before they could even search for him.

His thoughts were broken when he felt the pulse of several, albeit weaker to his, energy sources. One felt of holy energy, except corrupted, meaning that the person was a Fallen Angel, and the other was a rather weak demonic energy source. A scream of pain soon followed after followed by one of shock and concern. It was near his position and Tristan was curious as to why Devils and Fallen Angels would be fighting in broad daylight. So without a sound, he faded into the shadows to see the action. A few seconds later he reappeared behind some trees and bushes, just away from the opening where the energy sources. What he saw surprised Tristan.

Floating above a fountain was a black winged female Fallen Angel. She was clad in a revealing outfit that looked like leather straps, spiked shoulder pads and high heel boots that only covered the necessary parts. In her hand was what Tristan recognized as a spear of light, the basic weapon of Angels and Fallen Angels. Though it had a red-like color. The look on her face was one of arrogance and pride, like everyone else was beneath her. She had an evil smirk on her face as she stared down at her down opponent.

Said person was kneeling on the ground opposite of her. It was a boy, who couldn't be no more than 16 or 17. He had brown hair and wore a school uniform. Tristan summarized that this person was the Devil from whom he sensed the weak demonic energy from. The young boy also had blood coming from his mouth, and even more blood coming out of a hole in his chest. Most likely the Fallen Angel had pierced his body with one of her light spears.

But what surprised him was a third person there, and it was none other than Asia. She ran towards the boy's side and began healing the wound in his chest. As she did the Fallen Angel kept talking in an arrogant tone towards the wounded Devil and nun. Extending his enhanced hearing, Tristan managed to hear the next several words as Asia showed a look of defeat.

"…I understand." The nun said weakly as she began making her way towards the fallen.

"Asia, no!" The brown haired boy cried in angst. He tried to reach out to her, only to have Asia silently brush his hand aside as she walked away from him.

"Issei…" Asia began as she stared at said boy with a side smile. "Today was a lot of fun. Thank you, for everything."

"ASIA!" Issei howled, the young devil watched in despair as the Fallen Angel's black wings wrapped around Asia and the two disappeared from sight.

Tristan ignored the howls of despair and anger released from the devil. The Apocalyptic Beast knew right away that whatever the Fallen Angel had in stored for Asia, it was not good. Acting swiftly Tristan made his way out of the park. He did not have to guess where Asia was being taken. The only place the Fallen Angel would have a base would be the same place that Asia was looking for the day Tristan met her: the church at the edge of town.

(That Night)

Tristan was moving through the path at a face pace. His black cloaked blended in well with the night sky as it fluttered in the breeze. Though it was hard to see, the air around Tristan was becoming heavier with each step he took. The rage was obvious in the Apocalyptic Beast's eyes, as Tristan glared at the path ahead. His trek was stopped though as three figures appeared from the sky before him.

"Well what do we have here?" An arrogant voice asked.

Tilting his cloaked head up a little, Tristan took noticed of the three Fallen Angels that had appeared before him. The one who spoke right now was a young blonde girl, wearing a Gothic Lolita dress. Her hands were on her hips as she looked down cockily at Tristan. Besides her were two more fallen; one was another female, though older and well-endowed. She had long blue hair and wore a very revealing dress. The third was the only male and he appeared to be middle age, had black hair and wore a blue fedora and hat.

"One of those devils? I can't tell what's more surprising: that you were foolish enough to come, or foolish enough to come alone." The blonde said with a sneer.

"The power he is releasing is not of a Devil, but it is strong." The only male said as he stared at Tristan, trying to gauze his level, before smirking. "Heh, this could actually be a fun fight."

"Whatever, let's just kill him and be done with it." The other female said with a huff. She then summoned a spear of light, with the other two following.

Tristan looked at them for a moment before continuing forward towards the church. The three Fallen Angels stumbled in midair at the hooded man's casual dismissal of them. He did not even look back at them as he walked pass the three.

"You bastard! How dare you ignore us!" The blonde, Mittlet, shouted in anger. When Tristan gave no response, only continue walking, she snapped and threw her spear straight towards Tristan's back. But just as the spear was about to hit, its form began to break before completely dispersing into nothing. Mittlet could only gap while Tristan kept walking as if nothing happened.

"What just happened?" Kalawarner, the taller female, demanded. Instead she and Dohnaseek, the male fallen angel, formed their own spears and threw them at Tristan. Again the cloaked being simply disrupted the flow of energy in the spears and in an instant the two spears dispersed into light particles.

The Fallen Angels were speechless, unable to come up with some logical explanation of how this person, whom they deemed inferior to themselves, was able to negate their attacks. But they had little time to think on it as Tristan suddenly disappeared from the ground. Surprised, the three fallen looked around wildly for some sign of the cloaked person.

"I was feeling rather merciful and decided not to kill you three. Did not see you worth the time." Tristan said from his position in the air behind three.

The fallen angels spun around, their eyes wide as they looked at Tristan floating in the air beside them. Before they could react, Tristan raised up his right index finger. Dark energy began to form around the fingertip. "But you guys are just way too annoying."

The fallen angels did not even get the chance to scream as Tristan fired a beam of darkness. The darkness consumed their bodies completely and in a matter of seconds, vaporized them, leaving nothing left. With that done, Tristan disappeared in a flash of shadows, and quickly reappeared right in front of the church's old wooden door. Without wasting time Tristan placed his left hand on the door. In an instant, the wooden door disintegrated, turning into dust, allowing Tristan to walk right on in.

"Hey! Haven't ya ever heard of knocking before, ya fucker?" A male, and crazed, voice asked.

The inside of the church was dark, lightened only by the light coming from the moon outside. But that meant little to Tristan, for his enhanced vision allowed him to see through the dark easily. It helped him find the source of the voice. Said source was a young male with white hair, red eyes and wore what appeared to be priest clothing. In his left hand, the man held a pistol. And in the right, was a light sword. Despite wearing priest clothing, it did not take a genius to figure out that this young man was insane. Obviously he was a rogue exorcist, which Tristan confirmed after reading the Freed's, the man's name, mind.

Just like with the fallen angels, Tristan ignored the man's ranting as he looked around the abandoned church. Eventually, he managed to lock onto Asia's presence. It was coming from the altar, most likely a hidden passage. Without missing a beat Tristan began walking towards the altar.

"Are you ignoring me shitty devil?!" Freed demanded as the silent cloaked being continued forward, heading towards the rogue exorcist at the same time. Still not getting a response, Freed prepared to cut Tristan down, a psychotic grin on his face. "Well if ya an't going to answer me, then I'll cut you down limb by limb and have you scream for-"

Whatever Freed was going to say next was cut off when Tristan, without sparing him a glance, smacked Freed to the side with a simple flick of his wrist. The incredible blow sent Freed flying backwards, crashing into the wall and then buried underneath some rubble. Once that was done Tristan morphed into shadows and entered through the hidden door inside the altar. Tristan made his way down some stairs before eventually ending up in a large underground room. It was filled with rogue exorcists and at the other end was what appeared to be a sacrificial altar. A large cross was on it, and beside it was the same skimpy clad Fallen Angel, while tied to the cross, was an unconscious Asia.

"Welcome little-" the Fallen Angel began. Her eyes were closed at the time so she did not see who it really was until she opened them. "Who are you?" She demanded, having expected those devils to come.

"I'm here for Asia." Tristan said, not responding to the Fallen Angel's question.

"So you're a friend of hers." The fallen commented. "No matter. I don't know how you got past my comrades or Freed, but you're too late. I already have my prize." She said, shrugging Tristan off as if he was a fly. A green glow could be seen on her hands and revealed a pair of rings, one on each pointer finger. Tristan knew that it was Twilight Healing, and that meant Asia was dead. But that only angered the Apocalyptic Beast more.

"I wasn't asking." Tristan retorted, his voice having gotten deeper and more menacing. His red eyes glowed viciously underneath the hood. All the exorcists shivered and subconsciously took a step back. Even the fallen couldn't help but feel a bit of fear, dread creeping up her spine. Somehow, she managed to keep in conceal with her usual air of superiority.

"Don't think you can intimidate me human." She said. "Kill him." She ordered with a wave of her hand.

"Yes Raynare-sama!" All the rogue exorcists cried in unison. As one they all pulled out their weapons and the room was lighten up like a Christmas tree. Light swords were in the hands of every rogue exorcists, with a few carrying pistols, loaded with bullets of light. As one they all charged towards Tristan, who did not seem the least bit concerned.

As fast as lightning, Tristan swiped his arms outwards to the side. A flash of silver could be seen as he did so but the exorcists had no time to react. A second after that, the heads of the nearby exorcists flew off from their bodies, followed by sprays of blood. This made the others pause as they watched their now headless comrades' bodies hit the floor. In Tristan's hands were a pair of what looked like sickle-like shotel (A/N: For those that have seen Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls, imagine them like Malthael's weapons). The sleek blades were now sporting blood from the recent kills.

"W-what the hell?" Raynare exclaimed, startled by this turn of events.

Not wasting any time, Tristan launched himself forward, his cloak flying in the breeze, his hood falling off, revealing his shoulder length black, crimson tipped hair. The exorcists had no time to react as he cut down any in his path. The dual weapons would either behead, cut them in half, or Tristan would impale the exorcists roughly and then toss them aside with ease. He was moving at a speed that made him almost invisible and not a single exorcist could follow his movements as he continued cutting them down like grass.

"W-what in the Grigori's name is this?!" Raynare shouted, fear beginning to consume her. She quickly formed a spear of light and with impressive accuracy, threw it at Tristan's moving form.

But just as the spear was going to make contact, Tristan's body began to shift. It soon transformed into a large mass of thick, black, smoke. The spear hit the smoke but was quickly swallowed by the darkness. Everyone looked up in a mixture of awe and horror as the black smoke began to move, red glowing dots appearing at what looked like a giant serpent's body, but had the head of a lion's. Before any of them could react, the smoke began to spread out, consuming every exorcists in its path, sparing Raynare for the finale.

Raynare could only stare in horror as the billow of smoke consumed her followers. They would scream as the smoke consumed them. And then as the smoke passed their forms, the rogue exorcists would drop dead, their skin's pale white, and eyes wide, as if the life had been sucked right out of them. Many tried to do damage to it with their bullets and swords. But it proved useless as the black essence merely absorbed the attacks.

As the last of the exorcists was killed, the black smoke began to circle around the altar, surrounding it and cutting off Raynare's escape. The Fallen Angel could only watch in horror as Tristan's original body walked out of smoke and headed towards her. In his left hand was one of his shotel. Slowly Tristan made his way towards Raynare and Asia's corpse.

"G-get away! Get away from me!" Raynare cried. Panic, she formed another spear of light and threw it at Tristan. But it proved futile as the spear just went through Tristan's body, said person not the least bit faze. A split second later Tristan's right hand reached out and gripped Raynare's throat in a tight grip.

At that moment, Raynare formed a third spear, thinking that now that Tristan was touching her, he couldn't become intangible. But to her horror, she found out that it was not the case. Because as she thrust the spear into Tristan's chest, she saw that it went through him again, and his grip on her only tightened. Raynare was roughly brought out of her shock when she found herself facing Tristan's glowing, menacing red eyes.

"Listen very closely," Tristan said in a voice that gave off 'you do what I say' tone. "You have two choices. 1) You can hand me the Twilight Healing now and leave with your life. Or 2) resist me and I kill you and take the Sacred Gear from your corpse. Either way, you lose."

Raynare clenched her teeth. As much as her pride wanted to refuse, she knew that she had lost. And at the moment, her life was more important than her pride. Defeated, she lifted her hands and deposited the rings that made Twilight Healing. The rings still glowed green as they levitated just a few inches away from Tristan's palm. Without even blinking, Tristan tossed Raynare's form to the side, while the black smoke around the altar dissipated. Not wasting anytime, Raynare extended her wings and took off, not even looking back.

Tristan though paid her little heed. With a single swing of his blade, the chains hold Asia's corpse broke, allowing him to grab her body gently into his arms. His head shifted up as he felt Devil energy signatures up above and Raynare's getting further and further away. After grabbing the coat of a nearby dead exorcists and wrapping it around Asia's form so she was decency, Tristan made his way out of the underground chamber.

(Above, with Rias's Peerage)

The younger sister of Sirzechs Lucifer knew something was up the moment she spotted the retreating form of the Fallen Angel whom killed Issei leave the church. Judging by the speed she was going at, whatever it was that scared her must have been formidable.

Originally, she had been against going to help Asia, despite Issei's pleas. Besides the fact that the nun was not a devil, attacking a group of Fallen Angels out of the blue could have severe consequences, even leading to war. But that changed when she and the rest of her peerage felt a pulse of incredible power, followed by the disappearance of several much weaker energy sources, bearing resemblance to Fallen Angels. It felt like demonic energy, but much darker and older, as if something ancient had awakened and was making itself known. The amount of energy Rias sensed was on par or maybe greater than her older brother, the Maou Sirzechs Lucifer's, power. And she had the dreadful feeling that this was only a sample.

Despite the fear she was feeling build up inside of her, Rias knew that she had to investigate as it was in her territory. As she took her peerage with her, she found out that it was coming from the same church that was being used as a base by the Fallen Angels. So in a way, Issei was able to go with his mission to save Asia. Rias had to admit, despite his perverted tendencies, Issei's determination to save the nun was…admirable.

However it turned out that no battle was necessary. For as the peerage entered the church, taking note of the large pile of rubble to the side, they found themselves facing the source of the incredible, dark power. Despite not seeing him physically before (She still had no idea how he remained unseen) the tall, jet-black haired man before her peerage was the same person from several days ago. The aura he gave off was the same and even more intimidating up close.

But her thoughts were cut off when Rias heard her pawn gasp. It was then the Gremory heiress noticed that the tall man had something, or rather someone, in his arms. It was none other than the motionless form of Asia Argento, her body wrapped gently in the garbs of an exorcist. However just because the sight of the deceased nun made Issei lower his guard, did not mean the others did. Rias already had a sphere of Power of Destruction, the ability she inherited from her mother, at the ready. Akeno had changed into her miko attire, and electricity emitted from her hands. Her knight, the blonde prince charming of Kuoh, Yuuto Kiba, had summoned one of his swords and gripped it with both hands. And finally her Rook, Koneko, got into a fighting stance, fist raised. Though Rias noticed that Koneko's eyes seemed to look at the unknown figure out of curiosity rather than as a possible threat.

Back with Tristan, said person was not the least bit fazed by the gathered group of young devils. They were hardly a threat to someone of his calibers, he could easily dispatch them as he did with those Fallen Angels and exorcists from before. He just continued walking forward towards Issei, Asia's corpse still in his arms. Ignoring the curious and fearful looks of the other devils, Tristan carefully deposited Asia's body into Issei's arms. Then he held out the rings of Twilight Healing to Rias to take, who did so hesitatingly.

The redhead seemed confused by this, so Tristan elaborated. "I know you possess a Bishop piece, young Devil. I suggest you use it wisely." Tristan explained, having read Rias's mind.

Ignoring Rias's shocked face, Tristan calmly walked past the gathered young devils. Just as he was about to shadow travel a soft, monotone voice called out to him. "…Who are you?"

Turning his head slightly, Tristan saw that it was the small white haired girl, Koneko Toujou her name was from what his mind reading could gather. Her face retained an apathetic appearance, but he could tell that beneath that there was a look of authentic curiosity and some sort of attraction perhaps. The Apocalyptic Beast could also tell that she was more then just a reincarnated Devil. 'A Nekomata? No, a Nekoshou. Interesting to see such a rare species being reincarnated as a Devil.' Tristan thought to himself.

Seeing how the others were somewhat mildly curious of what or who he was, Tristan merely said these four words. "I am the beast." And with that he faded into the shadows, leaving behind several confused and suspicious young Devils.

So what do you guys think? I believe I did very well with this chapter. Let me know if you guys want me to do a bio of Tristan/Trihexa (i.e. for powers, appearance, personality etc). Pairings are undecided though he and Koneko will have a relationship but not in the pairing kind of way. You'll see later on.

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