Hello there, Skylinemaster here with a new story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from High School DxD

"Issei, will you die for me?"

Amano Yuuma asked into Issei's ear. She leaned back, expecting to see a confusing or stunned face from her date.

To her disbelief, Issei looked at her, his head tilted, his face of pitying condescension. His face broken into a slight smile as he gradually stepped back away from her.

"I was wondering how long our little date would occur before you popped the question. A fitting place I might add, Fallen Angel."

He said, his words stinging on condescension, as if an adult caught a child misbehaving.

Amano Yuuma's face turned into one of sadism, with her face changing to a scantily clad, leather wearing BDSM Angel with black wings. Issei looked on, unimpressed.

"So, the maggot knows of what I am, no matter, you'll be dead either way."

She said, forming a Light spear in her hand. Issei simply smiled, a rather unhinged smile.

"Nice Light spear."

He whistled as he chanted underneath his breath.

"Argh!"

The Fallen Angel screamed out, breaking the Light spear into pieces as she collapsed to the ground.

"W-what the fuck did you do to me?!"

She shouted out, her hands and knees were on the ground, shaking.

"Latin, it is very versatile in my opinion. Not as great as Enochian though."

He remarked, kneeling to raise her chin up with his fingers. Her snarling, rage filled face contrasted with his perfectly calm face.

"It's an Angel depowering spell, should wear off in a few hours. That'll get us enough time to get to a more, private, place."

Issei said, standing up to give her a taste of his shoe. Not once, not twice, but several times, who knows how many? Issei himself lost count after eight.

She'll live, he wasn't worried about that.

Raynare probably would have preferred that, to save herself from what he planned for her.

After eight o'clock on a Sunday, most people are gearing up for the Monday ahead. Students busy with the homework they neglected over the weekend, salarymen getting their brief relaxation in preparation for an eighty plus work week, followed by excessive amounts of shitty Karaoke and only slightly better alcohol. All in all, most normal people would be getting ready for the night and some much needed sleep.

Not Issei Hyoudou though, he is just getting started with his night.

In a ware house just outside of the city, Issei was humming a song, the same song that was playing on the speakers. This ware house, a former manufacturing plant, was his second home. Or yet better phrased, one of his second homes.

Now, just how does a high schooler afford this building? Issei was wealthy and money wasn't an issue to say the least. After a, certain incident that Issei may or may not have caused, he needed to get food on the table at home. God knows it wouldn't have been Issei's mother, who had a mental breakdown after the death of her husband, as she is in a padded white room in a mental institution a few hours north of Kuoh.

It was a good system that Issei liked. He was left to his own devices and his mother gets a paid supply of meds as part of her confinement.

As for how he was about to afford this building, let's just say dead beings don't generally need their belongings anymore.

The music suddenly stopped, causing Issei to glance ever so slightly from his latest victim. After a brief pause, the music came again, playing classical music. Issei glanced back at his victim, blood covering her once beautiful face. Her arms have numerous cuts and pokes in them, blood mixing with whatever various of substances Issei injected her with.

The Fallen Angel was chained up to a wooden table, with shackles on her hands, legs, and throat. There were esoteric sigils on the floor under her, the ceiling above her, and on all of the walls. Issei is very thorough, always double checking the sigil work to make sure there are no breaks in the sigil.

Issei examined the scalpel, noting the blood on it. He looked down at his blood stained white scrubs, his gloved hands, and then at the scalpel again.

Putting the scalpel near his mouth, he licked some of the blood off the blade. His tongue tasted the blood, admiring its Irony taste as the tongue cleaned the blade. After cleaning the blade he used to sever her vocal chords, he put it down on the table with all the other ominous looking tools that wouldn't be out of place in a surgery or torture room.

Issei doesn't think of himself as a torturer, no no, that sounds so, crass. He prides himself on being a reverse surgeon instead.

The Fallen Angel used this moment of respite to gather her will back. He hadn't asked her anything yet, but she wouldn't tell him anything regardless! She won't break under torture.

"You don't have anything I don't already know, Raynare."

He remarked, his first words in over four hours.

!

"And yes, I am telepathic. Bit of a hassle if you ask me, always being able to hear people's deepest and darkest thoughts. Occasionally advantageous, hearing CEOs do insider training, but for every one of those, there are ten of does Kiba like me, or does this dress make my butt look big? Gets tiresome very fast."

He said, looking at a syringe filled with a strange purple liquid.

"Thankfully, I have selective hearing with that now, took a long time to train."

A small smile came on his face, as he flicked the syringe to get rid of the air bubbles.

"Oh, and your last comment that you won't break. We'll see about that. You know, they all say that. Last fallen, geez, I forget his name already but he said that he wouldn't break as well. It was quite cute I must say, but in the end, behind all of that bravado and arrogance, they all shatter. I push em to the abyss and there is no more rest for them, only more pain."

He used his free hand to find an unused vein. Ah, this left vein works. He locked eyes with her, his eyes completely dead while hers are filled with a flaming resolution, a show of strength.

A small smile appeared back on his face at this.

"The record was ninety five hours. Let's see if you can resist any longer. Not that I don't know, but it is just a game of wills."

He shrugged his shoulders at her next thought.

"What can I say, even screams get boring to me. They start off as a symphony of sweet music, then they turn into a cacophony of nails on a chalk board."

He said in a soft voice, pushing the needle into her veins slowly. He fought back a smile as her eyes bulged out. If she could scream, she'd probably be able to wake the entire city.

His wrist watch started to beep.

"Boy, where does the time go? It sure flies by when you are having fun, doesn't it?"

He turned his back away from the woman who was in agony, as he rolled over an IV. Sticking the needle to her arm, he yawned.

"You know, I never did get to properly thank you for this date."

He said, taking off his bloody scrubs and gloves.

"Raynare, I hope we can have as much fun as we did next time."

His alarm clock woke him up exactly at 6:30 in the morning. He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of his room.

His room was utterly plain, save for a bed and a desk with a computer on it. If one just saw the room, they would assume the previous occupant was about to move.

This was the room Issei had in this ware house, a place that he could go to sleep when his, activities, got too late.

They were all the same, the rooms, in all of Issei's properties. As were the kitchens and the bathrooms.

Issei walked down the stairs, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

After taking a shower, he put on his school uniform and ventured off to make breakfast.

After glancing at the still bound Raynare, he proceeded to make himself a quick sandwich for lunch and just some eggs for breakfast. Putting everything in his bag and washing the dishes, he walked up to Raynare, who was unconscious and leaned in her ear.

"There is a slow acting poison in your body. It is known to kill your kind within 24 hours, so if your friends are coming, they better come soon."

He said, pulling back and observing her.

Turning around and heading towards the door with a key, he looks at her one last time.

"Now, you best behave yourself while I am at school. See you in a few hours."

Yes, a psychopathic, telepathic Issei is born, and he definitely has a bunch of other abilities up his sleeves.

This idea popped into my head at work, and the seed just sprung up so I wrote about it. I don't have any idea of where this story will go, so this will be an adventure for the both of us.

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Until next time, Skylinemaster out.