One Of A Kind

Yeet, Ima back

Get ready for some stuff that'll surprise you

Cause
We
Are
Entering
The
Next
God
Damn
Arc
Let's
Fucking
GO!

Seriously, end of Kokabiel arc and beginning of my completely original arc! Hope you're excited as me!

Also, as a side note, updates will be random as I'm focused on writing the chapters for Dark Realities so this will be updated occasionally as well as A Game Of Life And Death

Seeya at the bottom of the chapter!

Shiro growled as he was pushed back, a barrage of light spears raining down upon his location. Swiping, a small whip of flame slapped away the first few spears before the teen blurred, flashes of orange destroying the spears before explosions covered the sky.

"Why won't you just die?"

Kokabiel screamed as he hurled a spear, the light flickering and fluctuating from the raw power output. Kuroda leaped up into the air as the Fallen Angel let loose countless spears.

"Shiro!"

The nekomata didn't respond as a spear pierced his torso before exploding, sending the teen hurtling towards the ground. As dust exploded outwards, a mini crater was formed before countless more explosions destroyed the earth, the Cadre-Class angel cackling madly as he continued his barrage.

Koneko went to move forward, only for Rias to hold her back.

"You can't," Rias said sadly. "Can't you feel their power from here? You'd die."

"We can't help him, Koneko," Akeno said as she watched something blur from the crater, Kuroda reaching Kokabiel in an instant. "All we can do is hope."

"If anybody can do it... It's Kuro!"

Koneko just watched the fight progress, ignoring Issei and Asia.

"Please... win."

[You're still holding back] Ezod said to Shiro as he growled.

'I know.'

Spinning once, the teen brought his leg down in a devastating arc, smashing Kokabiel in the shoulder. A loud, audible CRACK emanated as the man screamed, black flames instantly spreading across his body as he smashed into the ground. As blood erupted from his mouth, Kuroda hurled two spheres of dark red energy at the crater. Crackling, the teen focused before lightning erupted out from his hands, forcing the spheres into Kokabiel as he struggled.

Without hesitation, Kuroda dropped into the crater before darting behind the Fallen Angel. As Kokabiel dispersed the energy, the nekomata punched the man in the back before an explosion clouded everybody's view.

CCCRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK

FYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM

GCK!

With a grunt, Azazel flew several meters backwards as the barrier shattered, a charred, burnt nekomata in his arms.

"ACK!- Gah, thanks crow."

Rolling out of the Fallen Angel's arms, Shiro sighed as his hair reverted back to normal, blood dripping from his mouth. Spitting out more blood, Azazel grinned and slapped the nekomata on the back as he growled.

"Fucking asshole."

Floating forwards, Kuro inspected his wounds and frowned. There were countless holes in his torso, all ripped and dirty. His flesh was seared and countless lacerations covered his body, dark, red blood dripping slowly as it thickened.

Coming to a stop in front of Kokabiel, the Fallen Angel smirked upon seeing the nekomata despite his own injuries.

"Heh, it seems that you aren't as strong as the rumors say," the man said, light beginning to slowly emanate from his body. "Still, you are a threat to our plans, so you must die here!"

Ignoring the Fallen Angel, Shiro shrugged before tilting his head, cracking his neck before sighing.

"This is nothing," he muttered as Kokabiel smirked.

Suddenly, an explosion of light blinded all the devils before Shiro blurred across Kuoh Academy, a shockwave blasting the school an instant later.

"It's time to meet your demise!"

Flying into the sky, Kokabiel began to shine brightly as Rias retreated with her group to Sona, Azazel nodding as his hand blurred across a notepad.

With a grunt, Shiro frowned as he stood up, brushing away the dust on his shoulders. Crouching, Kuro tensed before leaping up, launching into the sky as Kokabiel cackled.

"You're too late now, assassin!" The Fallen Angel yelled. "There's nothing you can do now!"

The teen said nothing.

[. . .]

'Ezod...'

[Yes, Shiro?]

'I've fallen from what I used to be, haven't I?'

[It pains me to say so]

Shiro sighed as Kokabiel raised his arms above his heads. Slowly, a huge mass of light began to form, raw power radiating from the glowing sphere as every devil's skin began to slightly burn.

"Ezod, chances of destroying attack in current state?"

[Less then 15%]

"How about powering up?"

Shiro slowly floated towards Kokabiel.

[34.5%]

"Utilizing my rook abilites?"

[...]

[42.5%]

Kuro frowned as Kokabiel began to scream, his attack beginning to inflict damage on himself.

"Well, it's better then that," the teen murmured as the Fallen Angel grinned.

"My last battle," the man said loudly. "This is the ultimate attack! YOU WON'T SURVIVE THIS!"

Taking a deep breath, Shiro slowly exhaled as pure mana began to form around his body. Everything around the teen began to distort as he emanated pure pressure, tiny rips beginning to form in the sky. Wisps of blue, purple and red began to mix as they ascended into the sky, everything near the nekomata slowly fading, disappearing into nothingness.

"Ahh, I see," Azazel murmured as he continued writing in his notebook. "He's finally using one of his more powerful custom spells."

"Custom spell?" Sona asked, Rias and her peerage reaching them before a faint blue barrier shimmered into existence.

"It's not insanely powerful," Azazel said, his lips curling. "But it's potential is broken as hell. Even more of that brat with the [Boosted Gear]. Honestly... those magicians taught him well."

Sona flinched. "More broken then the legendary Red Dragon Emperor?"

"Yes, it is," Azazel grinned. "Besides, all of this to him is just training; a mere warm up for what's coming."

FYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

"Hold the barrier!" Rias shouted as her peerage joined in with Sona's, the barrier tripling in thickness before a red and blue haze covered it.

"Might want to be careful here," Azazel warned, raising his hand to add to the barrier. "Even with this up, the power of that light attack will still reach you here. Hell, it might even cause some type of radiation to you devils as well."

SSSHHHHIIIIIINNNNNNN

"Ezod... Let's do this."

[Using some of my strength this time?]

'Unfortunately," Shiro gritted his teeth. "Yes. Don't let it consume me."

[I'll try, partner. I can't gurantee your safety]

In an instant, the wisps of energy shot towards Kuro before entering his body as Kokabiel was consumed by the sphere of light, making the attack increase tenfold before slowly descending onto the nekomata.

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

The sphere of light touched Shiro and his skin immediately began to burn.

"SHIRO!"

". . ."

The screams of the girls went unheard.

". . ."

The sphere of light began to condense, the light fluctuating, unstable.

A single sigh

A single growl

A single silence

"[[҉̨D҉̴es̷o̵͡lą̕t͢͝i͡o̶n̢]"

In what could only be described as impossible, the sphere of light froze before imploding, disappearing so fast it practically vanished. Floating in the sky, Shiro remained unmoving as Kokabiel fell to the ground, lifeless, his energy spent.

[Partner... You need to fix your body]

". . ."

[Partner]

". . ."

[. . .]

". . ."

[I see]

Slowly, Shiro floated down before landing silently, his hair shadowing his face. Wisps of energy slowly emanated from his body, the sound of chains and locks shattering.

"Rias, contact Sirzechs, now."

Azazel quickly pocketed his notes as the barrier dispersed violently, shards of mana flying out.

"H-Huh? Why?"

"Just do it!"

Rias flinched as Azazel snapped. Instantly, his wings emerged and he took off, flying towards Shiro.

"Do as he says, Rias," Sona said when the girl didn't move. "Kuro isn't... himself."

CcccccccccccccccccccccccRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRraaaaaaaaaaAAAaaaAaAaaaaaaAAAAaaAcccCccCcCCcCccCccCCCCCccCcCCkKkkKkkKKkkKkkKkkkkKkKkkKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

As Azazel landed, he cautiously approached Shiro, the teen unmoving.

"Shiro?"

". . ."

The teen's bangs slowly began to change colours, the tips slowly fading into a crisp, snow white.

"Shiro?"

"[I'd advise stalling, Governor]" Ezod spoke aloud as Shiro's hair turned completely white. "[Unless you're stronger then the Heavenly Dragons themselves, you'll need to wait for Sirzechs]"

The nekoshou slowly looked up as nine tails slowly emerged, his ears poking out from his hair as all his wounds burst into flames before disappearing, flesh intact. Azazel watched as he moved his head the slightest, a glimpse of pure, ruby red staring directly into his soul.

Death Incarnate had awoken.

SSHHHIIINNNN

THWAP!

GCK-!

Carefully, Sirzechs caught Shiro as he fell, unconscious. As Azazel approached, the teen's hair reverted back to black, his tails and ears disappearing.

"That was too close," the Satan muttered, lifting the nekomata up with both his arms.

"It's crazy, isn't it?" Azazel murmured, shaken as he came to a stop in front of Sirzechs, looking down at Kuro sadly. "He's older then both of us, has more experience and yet, he can't even control his own powers anymore."

"A small price to pay is what he would say," Sirzechs replied, a small smile on his face. "After all of what he has done, you'd understand why he's glad that it's gone."

"Unfortunately… yes."

Azazel sighed.

"I wish he was here. He may have been able to do something, to help Shiro be free."

"Yes… if only God was here."

Straightening up, the Satan sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'll need to head back to my family home. Tell Rias to meet me there, and that the others can come later."

Creating a magic circle, Sirzechs disappeared with the teen as Azazel shuddered.

"Teach!"

Turning around, the Fallen Angel rubbed his temples as the Kuoh Academy Devils all landed.

"What was that about?" Rias asked, her tone demanding. "If anything has happened to my precious servan-"

"Rias, your brother wants you to meet him at your home in the Underworld," the Cadre interrupted the girl. "Go, now." Facing the other students, the man gave them a small, shaky smile. "The rest of you, come with me. It seems that there is a lot to go over."

Placing the unconscious teen on the bed, Sirzechs placed barriers over the nekomata as a safeguard as Rias teleported in.

"Brother, what's going on-?"

"Rias, we need to trade." Turning to his younger sister, the Satan's eyes were hard; determined.

"W-Wha?"

"There's no time. Hurry!"

Rias flinched, confused.

"Why do you want Kuro so badly, Brother?"

Sirzechs frowned. "Rias, if you don't trade Shiro with me now, I'll be forced to do something I'll regret for the safety of our race. Now, hurry."

Nodding, Rias quickly moved over to Kuro and held her hand over his chest. Slowly, a complex magic circle with thirteen layers began to all move in separate directions, shades of red all mixing as a red, glassy rook floated out of the nekomata's chest.

"There, brother," Rias said. "What now-?"

"I'm sorry, Shiro," Sirzechs whispered, a grim frown on his face. "It seems that I was too late."

Without hesitation, the Satan raised his arm before plunging downwards, his fist smashing into the nekoshou's chest. An explosion of blood erupted outwards, coating the room as Shiro suddenly gagged, eyes wide as they quickly turned red, his hair fading into the crisp, snowy white.

Rias screamed in shock as Sirzechs grimaced, struggling, as Shiro snarled and grabbed his throat, squeezing tightly. Without trying to pry the hands away from his throat, the man reached behind his back and pulled out a small, spherical device. A small red glow began to emanate from inside Shiro, the power of destruction annihilating his flesh as quickly as it grew back before the metal device was shoved into the wound.

Instantly, the nekoshou froze as Sirzechs extracted himself, rubbing his neck gingerly as Rias watched on in shock. Slowly, the teen's arms fell down as his eyelids closed, his ears and tails sprouting as he fell into a deep coma, unmoving as the heiress to the Gremory clan fought the urge to puke.

"He'll be in a coma for three months if we're lucky," Sirzechs muttered to himself as he absentmindedly wiped away a drop of blood running down his face. "Hopefully he'll have learnt to control his reawakened powers by then. If not... no, I refuse to let that happen. I'll have to get Ajuka to help me out... no, that might not work either. And if I disappear from being a leader... alright, that might work. I'll run it by the Satan's and the other faction leaders."

DAKUN!

"What's going on here!" Grayfia shouted as she barged in, icy particles floating around her body. Seeing Rias covered in blood, the maid began to charge an attack, only to see Sirzechs brooding above Shiro's unconscious body.

The Satan didn't even react.

"It's happened, Grayfia."

The woman's eyes widened in realization as she lowered her hands.

"How long do we have?"

"Three months max if we're lucky. If not..." The Satan turned around, worry etched in his face. "Two weeks."

Rias whimpered as Grayfia took a sharp breath.

"We need to prepare, now."

"Right, but first..."

Sirzechs looked at his younger sister and gave her a small smile.

"I'm sorry, Rias. I'm sorry that you got caught up in this. I thought that if I gave you Shiro, you wouldn't have any problems, but it seems that I was wrong. No... It seems that I've started something much worse. The help I lended you has become the catalyst to a prophecy."

"B-Brother?"

"Grayfia, please tell Rias everything that is necessary to Rias about Shiro. I'm sure Azazel has already begun explaining to the other devils." Sweeping out of the room, Sirzechs stopped in the doorway. "Rias... I'm sorry that you had to see that."

Dakun

Grayfia sighed as the door shut before glancing at all the blood. Waving her hand, the blood disappeared before appearing into a sphere above Grayfia's hand, a sphere of blood curling and fluctuating as she stored it onto a large vial.

"Please, sit down," the woman muttered as she sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disrupt the nekoshou. "There's a lot to explain."

Rias, still in shock, nodded numbly before collapsing onto the floor, her eyes wide open.

Grayfia sighed.

"I suppose you'll still be in shock," she murmured as she picked up the heiress. Walking out of the room, she glanced at Shiro, pity on her face before leaving the room.

His hand twitched and the door slammed shut, darkness creeping into the room as he lay there, unconscious.

[It's beginning, Shiro]

[Do what you need to do now. You won't wake until its time]

[Focus only on your goal]

[Everything else is unnecessary]

[Embrace your past]

[L̛e͞t T҉he͏Blood̴ ̡E͢c͞he- ̡]
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[Ļtd͏s g͘ft̶e̡ ͟da̢r͝ ̨o̵ve͏me͟ ̕y͟ur ̶b̨dy͡k̨es̵s͢]

-.

FFYYYOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM

A massive explosion sent gales of wind flying at the two men as they grunted, only for something massive to whip out from the smoke, smashing into them.

"GGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-!"

Coming to a stop mid-air, the two men panted, breathing heavily as the white, cloudy area they fought in remained untouched, unfazed by the three powerhouses fighting.

"GGRAARAGGGGAAGGAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH AHAHHAHAHHA AHAHAHAH AHAHAHA"

The older man grimaced, his silvery locks of hair flowing to his shoulders.

"This isn't good," he murmured, the other man frowning. "He's learning."

"Now would be the time," the other man grunted as he held out his arms, his black hair streaked with scarlet red. Red and black particles began to coat his arms, forming into jagged energy sabers around his limbs. "We can only hope that they are ready."

The other man nodded.

"I'll send it now."

Closing his eyes, the elder man frowned as a small wisp of energy began to form, an afterimage of his body flashing once before a small rift opened.

"Go," he whispered as the small orb floated through.

FFFYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM

"Watch out!"

Tackled out of the way, purple flames erupted out of nowhere, covering the area where the rift was.

"NO!"

Dispersing the flames with a gust of wind, the old man flew over, only to find the rift and orb missing as the younger man glanced at him.

"It hit it?"

"...yes..."

"Shit."

"GGGRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

"Let's just hope for the best," the man said as he waited, the magic sabers humming gently, creating powerful vibrations in the air as red-and-black armor coalesced around his body. The armor became sharper, distinct, as it emanated raw magical power.

"Let's hope so," the elder man murmured, blinding white symbols and runes flashing over his body before he grimaced. "I daresay that we won't be able to keep this monster here for much longer."

"Heh, I can't believe I'm actually agreeing with you for once," the other man chuckled. "Still..." His laughter disappeared as something massive burst through the lingering clouds. "We may not even survive this, even with this curse on us."

Somewhere on Earth, an explosion of purple flames burst out, razing thousands of kilometers of earth into nothing. An ugly gash was left behind, with a small sphere of energy humming as it slowly turned violet. An afterimage of the silver-haired man flashed in the clearing before the orb cracked.

Azazel watched on grimly as the devils eyes all widened in shock.

"N-No way," Koneko said weakly. "I-Is t-that the truth?"

"…" Azazel gave her a small smile. "I wish it didn't have to come out like, but yes."

"Essentially," Sirzechs said loudly at the table, all the current Satans gathered around.

"What we have feared the most has come to pass," Grayfia said gently to Rias, the girl shivering slightly.

When the lost one rises

The world will know

The true meaning of fear

He will return

And in his rage

Nothing will be safe

The world will be razed

Reborn

Broken

And reborn again

All will escape unharmed

If the impossible one rises

Many will die

If the impossible one falls

All will be fixed

If the impossible one succeeds

Everything will cease

If the impossible one fails

In unison, Azazel, Sirzechs and Grayfia sighed as their audience took in the information.

"I know it sounds ridiculous," Azazel began.

"But this is a prophecy from the Greek Pantheon about the Christian Pantheon," Sirzechs said.

"It is real; the oracles revealed this themselves," Grayfia finished.

Azazel sighed.

"Soak it in. I'll tell you the rest once you've processed all that information."

Azazel fell into his chair, slumping as the devils slowly moved around, all in a daze on the ORC club room.

"An assassin from before the Christian Pantheon..." Akeno murmured, shocked.

"To be born shortly after the two dragon deities... Was everything he told us before a lie?" Koneko asked, dazed.

Azazel frowned.

"An assassin from Daèla who was born around the same time as God, his heritage is unknown. Only God, Lucifer and the two dragon deities know the truth," Azazel murmured as he watched Sona sit down in shock, her eyes slightly widened as Kiba walked into a desk, his senses numb. "The only real info we have on Shiro Kuroda is that he was-, no, is an assassin from the lost country, and that he is a nekoshou and Phenex. He is highly skilled in fighting and shows no mercy. His range of magical powers surpasses the Christian Pantheon, and his power is currently capped at three stages, possible four."

The Governor glanced outside.

"Black hair means he is as strong as a High-Class Devil. Black and white hair means he is as strong, if not slightly stronger then the current heads of the devils and angels. White hair..." Azazel stroked his goatee as the devils all remained frozen. "The rise of the impossible one. Stronger then the Heavenly Dragons, and possibly close to the dragon deities. Not to mention being highly skilled in Devil, Angel, Faerie, Norse, Greek, Egyptian, Celtic, Japanese and Dragon magic alongside Touki, Senjutsu, Youjutsu and being able to use human magician magic with ease; a monster of an opponent."

"A true monster indeed."

Stepping out of the signature Lucifer magic circle, Sirzechs frowned as the devils barely recognized his presence.

"How long?" Azazel asked, straightening up in his chair.

"Three months max. Two..." The man hesitated. "Two weeks minumun."

Azazel slumped back into his chair.

"This is bad news," he murmured.

"It is indeed." Glancing at the devils, Sirzechs sighed. "Sona Sitri, would you mind doing me a favor?"

Sona's eyes cleared as she stood up shakily.

"What is it that you need of me?"

The Satan smiled gently.

"I need you to go to Shiro's apartment for me," he said softly. "I need you to look through and find a single magic circle imprinted somewhere. When you find it, destroy it." Glancing around at the room, Sirzechs motioned towards Koneko. "Take Koneko with you as well. Shiro wouldn't mind you two looking around."

Nodding dumbly, the two teens managed to walk out of the ORC club room as Sirzechs turned to Rias's queen.

"Akeno, what happened to the members of the church sent here?"

Akeno flinched. "I-I think they hurried back to Heaven to tell Micha-"

"Asia, Kiba, Akeno, Issei, Saji and the rest of Sona's peerage. As Satan, I order you to go around Kuoh and set up as many magic circles for teleporting as possible," Sirzechs said instantly. "Those with high magic reserves among you, set up a barrier around Kuoh town as well then teleport to your Master's household. I'm holding an emergency meeting here in ten minutes. Don't disappoint me."

Clicking his fingers, everyone jumped before shaking their heads. Quickly, they exited the room, their eyes dull as the leader sighed.

"Azazel, could you contact Heaven for me?" Sirzechs asked, a tired sigh escaping his lips.

"I've sent them a message," the governor replied, his voice weak. "They should be here soon."

The two shared an anxious silence as the Satan sat down.

"We'll need to contact the Norse Pantheon as well," Sirzechs muttered. "See what they know on Ragnarok."

"Odin would see reason," Azazel said softly. "But if we were to suddenly contact them about a possible Ragnarok, it could create unwanted problems and attention."

"What do you suggest?" Sirzechs asked. "We go to their Pantheon on unofficial business?"

"That's it!" Azazel snapped his fingers as he stood up. "I'll take those brats and get them trained at Valhalla whilst negotiating a truce with Odin!"

"A sound idea," Sirzechs nodded. "I'll also get Sairoarg and other devils to attend you. Not too many, but enough as a last-resort if it ever comes down to it. Hopefully it never does."

"Right." Standing up, Azazel created a magic circle before sighing. "To be leaving our futures in their hands... we are terrible leaders, aren't we?"

Sirzechs remained silent as Azazel disappeared.

"Yes, we truly are," he murmured softly.

Holy FUCK that took a long time to write. So, I was really conflicted with how I wanted this chapter to go, so I then promptly said 'Fuck It' and wrote this! Not my best work, but it's the beginning of the end. Hah! Anyway, leave your thoughts and shit in the reviews or something. Hell, even PM of you want to.

- Striderm8