Author's Notes: This is coming out sooner than I expected and I'm happy. The fact that the first chapter got twenty-six followers, fifteen favorites and a precious four reviews made me even happier, which got me writing faster. That being said, I know this one's pretty short compared to the last one, but that being said, I think you'll be happy at the fact that more events occur in this one. So without further ado, enjoy!

The Nun and the Crows

"And remember you lot, be exceedingly careful with the individual. I'm not sure what it is he exactly has, but I have no doubt that it's powerful enough to be a gamechanger in the three great powers. I want you all to observe him and do what you must. Keep in mind another Sacred Gear user is coming to us in the form of an exiled nun, so do be gentle with her as well." Raynare played her Lord's and love's words over and over in her head, being the one to lead the squad of Fallen Angels to the annoyingly humble and boring 'Kuoh Town'. She had been quick to leave his office as soon as Lord-General Azazel gave the orders, fast enough so that she could feign ignorance about his last two commands. 'No violence' and 'no mayhem in Devil territory' would just make their mission harder and unbearably boring. Oh, what's the harm in having a little fun? You'll thank me later, Azazel-sama.

She was in her usual outfit of nothing but thin, tight, leather straps. The only items she wore that provided a fair amount of coverage were her long, black leather boots, wrapping her all the way up to her thighs. The rest was perfectly open for anyone to see. Well, everything except the most important bits, but the straps were so tight anyone could see the outlines of her nipples and her nether lips. Not that she minded. In fact, she had the suit crafted especially to show every part of her off without being officially naked. It was a frustrating line of thought, considering that her Lord and master did little more than look at her as a good follower without any true attraction. Some day, Azazel-sama.

And so, she stretched as she got ready for a day's work, calling out to her team within the abandoned, broken church. If all went right, today would be very fun. On cue, Dohnaseek, Mittelt and Kalawarner flew from the outside to the front door, walking in to greet their leader. She was comfortable enough around them. She enjoyed fighting with Dohnaseek in varied tests of strength and power, she liked having Kalawarner around to have old fashioned competitions of who can get with the most men in the city of their mission, and she loved Mittelt's bold attitude that could match her own. A good, stable team that had done good work several times. "Raynare-samaaa! Is it time to kill any of those dirty fucking devils yet?!"

And there was the stick up her ass. According to Azazel-sama, this mission was to be Freed's… test run. The man was very efficient at what he did, but his maniac psychotic attitude was why he put him under the surveillance of the four, all of them to keep an eye on him and see whether he should enter her faction. In truth, Raynare wanted nothing more than to force a light spear down his throat and be done with it, but she didn't want to outright disobey her Lord's orders. There were rules she would always rather overlook, but she would never turn her back on Azazel-sama. "No, Freed, not yet. For now, we're going to go to the town in disguise and see if any of the two Sacred Gear holders are around. You… you stay here, keep the base guarded. Got it."

"What?! But I want to–"

"You stay here and keep the base guarded, got it?!" At her much harsher tone, the man closed the disgusting mouth of his and nodded obediently, an intimidated look in his eyes. At least he follows orders. Unless he tries something stupid behind my back, in which case, I'm sure Azazel-sama won't mind me killing him. With that she snapped her fingers, her outfit going from her usual wear to something a girl in her late teens might wear, her face rounder in her more youthful appearance. She turned to the others. "Well, you know the plan. Keep an eye out for the Gear holders in the sky while I'll engage directly with them."

"Ugh, fine, but next time will be my turn to go out and fish me a Gear for myself!" Mittelt huffed and crossed her arms, making that pouting face that made Raynare laugh. Keep dreaming, my little friend. Kalawarner crossed her arms, giving her a more suspicious look. "Don't get any funny ideas, Raynare. The purpose of this mission is to capture the Sacred Gears. If you get trigger happy and kill them, Lord Azazel will have to restart his search for them."

"That happened one time, and the bastard was trying to grope me!" At that, Dohnaseek laughed hard. "Oh, poor you, Raynare. I'm sure you must have suffered that as much as you did at the hands of the thousand other men who've fucked you."

"Fuck you, Dohnaseek. When was the last time you got laid?!" Her shout was only met to a smile without an answer. That made her frustrated. That goddamned relaxed smile made it very evident that he'd already seduced someone in the town, which Raynare would have already done herself, except she had to receive the 'care package' that was the insane exorcist and guide him through their current base of operations. She shook her head. "Anyways, contact me if you find anything. I'll go to the town center to see if I can sense them there by chance."

And with that, they took off, wings fluttering. She left Freed while he was sucking on the barrel end of one of his guns like a baby would a pacifier. She shuddered at that. Now there's one man who I would NEVER seduce. Unless the reward was just that big, or if Azazel-sama himself told her to. Either ways, she'd kill him after they were done. Who knows what he'd do or say with that big goddamn mouth of his. The sun was bright in a day that was mostly clear, a few thin clouds peppering the sky with white to give it more color rather than to block the shining yellow orb.

Walking down the steps, she silently admitted that the boring little town was pretty, or at least it was in the middle of a pretty place. Her focus, however, remained on her sixth sense, the one that all beings with any hint of the supernatural in their blood that allowed them to detect others, regardless of whether they were the same kind or not. Though the center had been her original destination, she wound up walking through the town's park instead. There were hints here and there of that unique presence, and were worries died when she realized it wasn't of devil-like origin. Alright, coast's clear. Let's see the poor moron that Azazel-sama had us track down.

She followed her feel back to the entrance of the place, but when she got close, she felt it vanish and reappear elsewhere. She walked past the fountain and to the benches. Gone again. She followed it in a circle around the park, running after a certain point after it, though the object started moving just as quickly, remaining out of her reach. She got back to the fountain and then it was gone again. She furrowed her brows, frustrated as she stomped around the area. She forgot her Fallen Angel strength for a moment and accidentally bumped into a little blonde girl in her mid-teens, causing her to fall over.

"O-oh, sorry, I didn't see you coming." Her voice was just above a whisper, the girl embarrassed and intimidated by the girl considerably taller, definitely stronger that loomed over her. Raynare regained her composure and raised a brow at the girl before her. Her outfit was a nun's, gold hair reaching just long enough to graze her thighs with bangs that ended at the height of her brows, beautiful big green eyes looking at her timidly. Looking at her better, she realized her clothes were more akin to the shameless mockery of a nun's outfit. It bore short sleeves, a V-neck just a tad too high to not show cleavage, and it ended in a skirt-like form above her knees. Dark brown, leather thong sandals had thin straps that almost made it up to her hips. Its shortness had made it easier to ride up, giving her a perfect view of the black leather underwear that hid her womanhood. Wait, you're KIDDING…

"Are you Asia Argento, the excommunicated nun?" At her timid nod, Raynare immediately put a hand over her mouth. It took every bit of restraint to not join her on the floor from the hollering the whole situation might have caused her. She held her breath and outstretched a hand, trembling to keep herself serious. The blonde took her hand with an appreciative smile, getting up and immediately straightening her 'nun' suit back down. She interlocked her fingers together and held her hands tightly in front of her mouth, muttering something in silence before looking at her with a lost expression. "Would you happen to be Raynare-san? I was sent here to go to the–"

"Hold on, is that the outfit of the Saintly Nymphs?" At that, Asia frowned, cheeks reddening at the idea of talking about her current clothing. Raynare smiled openly now, lifting her hand and making a twirling motion with her finger. "Turn around."

Her expression went from embarrassed to mortified, though she did just as she was told. Her back to Raynare, the Fallen Angel looked around, making sure they were alone so they would not be interrupted or be the cause of a scene. Satisfied with the lack of people, she grabbed the bottom of the little outfit and raised it up. Now her face was purple as she tried with all her might to not start shrieking with laughter. The innocent little blonde wore small, tight leather g-string, leaving her smooth round bum out, a signature part of the uniform of the mentioned excommunicated branch of the Church.

Asia, now red entirely, buried her face in her hands, though she did nothing to stop Raynare's actions. She must be really desperate, for her to follow every single order given to her on a whim. That, or maybe she's just too afraid. Hell, she could even be a sub that's into this. Perhaps it was the fact that, as opposed to most women in her faction, namely other members of the fallen, she actually seemed pure. It made groping her almost completely exposed right buttcheek with her hand that much more pleasing. Which was quickly proceeded by a sharp slap. Now the nun gasped a squeak, though she remained silent through it all. Raynare shrugged. If the girl wasn't going to do anything about it, she might as well enjoy their 'introduction'. She had lowered her other hand to the other cheek when a voice caused the two to turn immediately to the source.

"Is there a problem here, girls?" The blonde nun near jumped at the sound, immediately separating herself from Raynare just enough so that at arm's length she couldn't get to her. What made her look adorably suspicious was how she was covering her bum with her hands even though the lower half of her 'saintly' wear was already covering her. That and her beet-red face. Raynare, on the other hand, had a much better handle of getting caught and playing it off. She eyed the tall, young, green-eyed stranger with long, rich brown locks that reached his shoulders and… an eyepatch? He definitely stood apart from the norm, and for the better too. Now I've got someone, Dohnaseek. You can kiss my ass later. "Oh, I just came across this cute little foreign nun who's apparently new in town. I'm trying to lead her to the monastery here."

"She's with the Church? Sure, and I'm a good Jew. I know he's the guy who loves everyone and all, but I don't think the old man in the sky is progressive enough to let his nuns wear thongs." Once again, shame placated the features in the innocently sweet blonde, resorting to hiding her face in the grasp of her palms. Raynare chuckled under her breath at that. The man was certainly spontaneous, but she didn't want to laugh in fear of having some sort of cover blown. Instead, she formulated an answer in her head. "You'd be surprised at how fast things are changing. There are plenty of more liberal divisions nowadays."

"Yeah, well, until they start serving the bone marrow of Christ instead of the flesh and blood, I ain't going back into a chapel." Raynare had both eyebrows at that. Forget spontaneous, this guy was strange. Still, now that he mentioned the words, the beautiful raven-haired supernatural couldn't keep herself from sating her curiosity. "Alright, I'll bite. What would the bone marrow be?"

"Mashed potatoes." This guy is either really stupid or actually crazy. But between the seriousness of his tone and his unchanging poker face, he actually got her to laugh. It was hard for someone to manage that unless they were dumb enough to mock. If he's this fun, I might not kill him after we fuck. Maybe I can even recommend him to Azazel-sama? Compared to most men who would shamelessly ogle her, his eyes, or eye rather, remained solely on their faces. But he's not blind if he caught me groping her. It made her wonder how she was supposed to feel about him. He turned to the blonde instead. "Uh… miss? You do know there are no formal churches in this town, right? You might have to go somewhere else, I don't think there are many pastors around here. If you need help, I think I might be able to find someone that can tell you what you need to know on that."

"O-oh, mister, thank you, but this the place I'm looking for! I just need to look for the people who will help me around since I'm not with the main Church. But thank you for your consideration!" Her small voice lifted at that, beaming his way, grateful at even the smallest kindness thrown her way. Raynare fought off the urge to roll her eyes at right. Asia couldn't even meet his gaze, putting her longer strands of hair behind her ear. So, she's wet for him too. Pretty fitting for a Saintly Nymph. Somehow, the smallest one of the group managed to follow up on her conversation. "I-I'm Asia Argento, what's your name? I didn't think I'd find someone else who's so fluent in Italian around here."

"Oh, the name's Isambard Ouranos, but you can call me Scarface. Not for the movie with Al Pacino, but because of the scar on my face. And I guess my mind's been pretty rusty. Took a bit for me to get it through my head that you were speaking in Italian. I gotta say though, it'd nice to have a fellow European around these parts if you do stick around." With that, he gave her a warm smile that had her blushing again and looking at the floor. Raynare would have rolled her eyes again at her reaction, more so at the fact that she was being left out of the conversation. But she came to a daunting realization when she went over that last line. You don't forget what languages you know or don't know, unless… the presence from earlier?!

"You're from Europe too? Which part? M-maybe we could share some stories about where we come from!" For once she ignored the nun's bashful comments, head whipping almost unnaturally fast at the stranger, who now bore his sole, emerald eye on her. His smile was small, but his concentration was unwavering. It unnerved her. A familiar ticklish feeling at her ear had her immediately putting her hand over the right half of her face, feigning interest with a cooing face at his words. The tiny, circular, violet hieroglyph floating next to her ear let her hear Mittelt's shouting. "Hey! Did you find Saint Slut-muffin? We've been going around the area and we haven't found anything on the other Gear user except a few minutes ago around the park. Fly your ass there now! We're almost there to get him, and you better be there too!"

"I'm here." She whispered gently, a sweet, seductive smile on her lips as she spoke the words. Putting a bit of magic through her palm, he cut the communication. Usually she'd be relaxed about getting and killing her prey, but the handsome prick managed to catch her with the wielder of Twilight Healing, a must for the fallen to have. She didn't want to have her die by accident before they could get the Sacred Gear. She was very thankful for the excitable little blonde in her group of skilled trainees under Azazel-sama. Her impatience was bound to push Dohnaseek and Kalawarner to their top speed to get here. Asia looked confusedly between the two, traces of fear becoming slightly more apparent the more the silence stretched. Issai smiled fully.

"Say, Asia, how about we continue this in a while? Right now, it's best that you take a walk. I think I might recognize your friend here and we have a bit of catching up to do. But I do want to talk to you later so we can really meet each other. You seem like a very nice person." So, the bastard figured it out too. That'll make it easier for all of us. Fuck, and I was about to boast about him to Dohnaseek after tonight. Asia looked worriedly between the two. Apparently, she wasn't daft enough to be blind to the situation that was brewing, but it was obvious enough she didn't know what exactly would be going down. The nun looked at her for confirmation. Good. She better not forget to return to me when we're done. "Yeah, you go walk for a bit. The adults have to talk now."

At her dismissive waves at her, Asia looked sadly at 'Isambard', giving him longing stares with fear staining her own softer green sapphires for eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it halfway through, sadness taking over her expression as she turned and briskly walked away. The two watched her go past a few of the pavement walkways and escape their line of sight behind a set of trees. When she was well enough away, she used a good deal of her strength to snap her fingers and send them to a replicate version of the place with a violet sky. Another snap and she was back in her leather suit. A third and the true adult version of herself reformed. Isambard looked at her. "You're not very good at tracking someone quietly, you know that?"

"So you were the annoying little bastard that kept disappearing and reappearing elsewhere earlier. How'd you do it?" At that, he smiled. "A magician never tells his tricks, even if it ends with bird shit in his hat. Speaking of which, how did you hide a full BDSM costume under your clothes like that? And does it not hurt your butthole to have so much leather stuck in your crack?"

"If you don't tell us what your Sacred Gear is, then you're gonna be worrying about a lot more than bird shit, boy." Raynare smiled as she looked back, three apparitions there as they stretched their midnight wings dangerously. Dohnaseek looked especially full of himself as he said those words, that triumphant little smirk on his place he used any time he was aiming for the kill. Right now, she didn't mind it, not with those last couple of questions he threw her way. She was above and beyond blushing to be sure, but not above getting frustrated. Now as good as time as any, she raised her own Fallen Angelic wings, black as the night, wingspan maybe twice as long as her height.

"Honestly, bird shit is one of my biggest day crushers, so I don't think you're right about that. Then again, you are sort of like crows, so please don't take your pants down and projectile crap on me." His simple, non-aggressive reply was certainly off-putting, more so at the importance and attention he put on a very much fake scenario than at the real threat that loomed over him in the form of her team. It made her that much more irritated at the insufferable man. "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't be saying that once we start skewering you with our light spears!"

"Hey. You don't know if I have a fetish for holy masochism. Anyways, who put you up to this? Some Fallen Angel Captain who was molested by Devils as a child?" At that, the group was surprised at his audacity and the ease with which he accused their superior of such and worse, insulted him. It was one of the very few topics no one would dare bring up to Raynare with the exception of a very select few. "Lord General Azazel-sama gave us this important task, you worthless shitrag. Don't you ever dare mock his name again!"

"Really? So General Azazel put you up to the task of making a stupidly large, violent scene on Devil territory and causing mayhem that could potentially lead to a next Great War? No, only an idiot or someone crazy for battles and bloodshed would do that." At his flat, deadpanned tone the group was surprised again. He wasn't spiteful or aggressive yet, but he was very dismissive of them and downgraded his treatment of them for what he viewed as foolishness. More astounding was how well aware he was of the current fragility regarding the politics around the three Great Factions and their shaky relationships. Kalawarner for once spoke up, "Regardless of what it is, you're outnumbered, and it will do you no good to mock or insult your enemies. Come with us quietly if you don't want to have a scene like the one you were talking of."

"Bah, why bother? Let's just kill him and get it over with! We already have the nun, I'm sure Lord Azazel will understand that this one wouldn't shut up and was making things more complicated!" Mittelt's annoyed yawns were ironically the only ones that matched Isambard's in terms of serenity. She was idly fiddling with a light spear she formed, juggling it from one hand to the other. Dohnaseek smiled and did the same, Raynare mimicking the two but posing in a far more threatening fashion. Kalawarner sighed and gave into the group's notion, preparing for the slaughter herself. Isambard smiled, using one hand and making black hieroglyphs one after the other in a quick succession with his forefinger and his thumb. The group was flabbergasted at the form of magic they hadn't seen, hypnotized as the man replied with a smile. "I've got an even better plan instead."

He disappeared immediately at that. The group looked around wildly to see where he had gone but found him nowhere. A sensation very much like the goose chase Raynare had been led on earlier, making her eye twitch repeatedly. Seconds passed until a full minute had gone by, the team on their edge, looking around and trying to cover every blind spot in the area. Then they heard the sound of a body returning midair. One bonk later and they heard it disappear once more. They turned their heads quickly to find Dohnaseek knocked out and plummeting down to the ground, fedora drifting away in the wind. The sudden gust came again and another whack later had Kalawarner following him down. The third came even faster and Mittelt let out a gasp before falling as well. Raynare, stressed and afraid, barely had just enough time to look behind her, Isambard somehow flying above her with a fist covered in a round. red glove raised high. Then the world went black as well.

Author's Notes: How's that for a second chapter? Now, this is a Highschool DxD story, so you can't blame me for inserting some erotic tints to bits and pieces here and there. Honestly, considering the anime series in general, I'm surprised Asia's introduction was as tame as it was (I suppose to cement the idea that she's amongst the most 'innocent' and 'pure' characters). So I made some changes here and there, and I figured this could be a good introduction, if not a simplified aversion of the chaos that would have been if the rogue Fallen Angels had gotten their hands on our favorite nun. That does not mean that the events or the aftermath is over, it sure as hell ain't gonna be glossed over, but I felt like this was the best way to settle it while maintaining a bit of mystery around our protagonist (which, on that note, someone commented I'm writing 'Issai' instead of 'Issei', which is intentional considering I've given him an entirely different name which could have a similar nickname). So, if you've enjoyed, please share a comment on it, and if you didn't, leave a review stating what I can improve.

The Almighty Afroduck,

All Hail