"By the Lord. Such a person exists?" was all the young Angel could say at the end of my tale.

I gave her a simple nod, "He does, and still fights. I will occasionally visit him and point him in the right direction, but for the time being he fights for everyone."

She grew a small sinister smile, "Oh when I tell Rias about this she is going to be so scared!"

I shook my head at the girl, "Irina, do not try and scare your classmates, even if they are Devils. Most of this tale was from a long time ago, before her generation. These days the Devils have learned their lesson when it comes to making deals with Mortals." I could not stop myself from chuckling, "Why they even stopped dealing with Souls since they are so scared of him."

"Well, thank you Gabriel! Such a tale should be told to more people though especially if God willed it!"

"No even if Father willed it to be, I believe telling Hell of the Doom Slayer's origin would spark another Great War."

The girl gave me a reaffirming nod, "Okay then! I won't tell anyone. Bye Miss Gabriel!"

With that I watched the Angel take flight. With a tug of my will I shut the door behind her before looking over my paperwork. Since everything seems to be finished and in order, maybe I should go pay him a visit.

With another tug of my will I created a tear in reality. Stepping through, I welcomed the arid and blood red landscape of hell. Though as I stepped through there were no Demons even close by, for this place was where they feared most. Before me was one of their temples, to which I easily breached their defenses with simple steps.

The tunnels were winding, and one could easily get lost in them. I however continued my journey, making my way through the corridors until I reached a small circle like room. It was fashioned in what might be a thousand wards and seals, each of which is strong enough to keep out a high-class being. Walking forward I made my way to the sarcophagus in the very center of the room. Reaching forward, I attempted to touch it.

And a spark of red light lashed out at me in retaliation.

I looked over to the side of the tomb and read:

The Doom Slayer lies still, and even more, in silent suffering. We mark his cursed tomb so that any who come in shall never be foolish enough to release this curse once more upon Hell.

I felt a tear rolling down my cheek, the feeling of dread coming to me one again from all those years ago.

"I will release you one day, Doom Slayer. Even if it means I Fall from Grace doing so. For now rest, rest so that you may mark this wretched plane anew with your rage and terror."

I kissed my hand and placed it towards the sarcophagus. It was painful, more so than anything that happened before. But I managed to touch the stone before I was forced to leech away.

Suddenly a small, but heretical thought entered my mind and spoke it aloud.

"Maybe this Issei could break your seal."

And so I put my back to my Champion, my Saint. One day I will release you Doom Slayer. Until that day rest in silence.

AN: Thank you all for reading! The only thing I ask is someone to illustrate the scene where Gabriel gives Doom Slayer his blessings so I can use it as a thumbnail.

While I did take this from another, it was never finished. Since I had time, I decided to write this short story on Doom Slayer's origins as well as making it a nice jumping off point for any who wish for Doom Slayer to join the DxD Universe. So I hope you like this and leave a review!

Sorry for those who followed me or the story, I'm doing a bunch of edits as you can see.