DXD: It's Demoning Time (Patreon)

CHAPTER 1

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I am definitely not procrastinating on writing Martial Arts God. Nope. 

Anyways, this is basically a crack fic with just my MC going bananas since I can't stand Issei being the protag. 

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Hello, readers of this diary.

Well, his name is Daemon Johnson, an American that moved to Japan almost a decade ago due to issues with his dead family.

... That's the documented version. You know how it goes.

If you're reading this, that means that he had maybe kicked the bucket (Hopefully he went in a bang) or lived a good damn fucking life (Maybe with a kid or two, loved kids).

Reason why he wrote a diary? ... He honestly had no idea, but hey, content, was he right?

Anyways, this is when he said "It's Demoning Time" before demoning all over the world of DXD, Sparda style, baby.

Sit back, maybe get some popcorn and drinks (Always be hydrated, fellas!) and kick back. This is going to be a whacky ass story, Dante certified.

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Waking up in a room that he doesn't recognize, he looked around in confusion due to just waking up before widening his eyes after remembering what the hell just happened.

"... Fuck yeah! I reincarnated, baby!"

He yelled as he noticed a mirror on the wall near a closed door. Looking at it, he started chuckling before outright cackling in joy.

He had white short hair and ocean blue eyes, with the body of a child. And on his left hand was a black insignia of wings spread outwards, looking very, very familiar to me.

He reincarnated as a Devil May Cry character, a breed of fucking Sparda.

Oh, baby. Rapid regeneration, abnormal strength, stabbing fetishes, and a fucking tendency to eat pizza and strawberry sundaes to the point of addiction! Wooo!!!

And damn, his emotions were, for some reason, dialed up to an eleven. Maybe it was the child brain of his, feeding him with dopamine or something, whatever kids experience.

He feels so giddy and excited, he could run a fucking marathon right now —

The creaking of a wooden floor made him shut his mouth as he subconsciously started to lower his presence, stealth-ing himself by breathing slower and letting his heart rate drop on command.

Wait, on command? Woah, that was new. Very new.

So, demons could control their bodies to this extent? That was cool.

The door opens to reveal a tall man in his twenties, with black hair, golden bangs and black goatee, making him feel like he should recognize the man.

"Oh, you're awake. You sure do know how  to scare an old man like me, suddenly appearing out of nowhere on my porch unconscious."

He joked as he entered the room, causing his fist to clench tighter, his body ready to react and pounce. Noticing that, the man raised his hands in surrender as he closed the door and leaned on the door frame.

"So, care to introduce yourself, kid?"

His mind started to run through his options before deciding on a name, all in just under a millisecond, causing him to be really impressed. Demon brains were fast, that's good to know whenever he wanted to monologue like right now.

"Augustus."

The first Roman Emperor, it should be fitting for the legacy of Sparda, since all his offsprings were all related to famous people in the world. And his name being related to the "Deadweight" of the legacy was a bonus.

"Augustus, alright. So, what's a devil doing on the Grigori lands? More specifically, my porch?"

The man asked with a serious face as Damie — It's Augustus now, freezes at the comment. Devil?

Hold up, back up a bit. Now that he thought about it, this dude looked really familiar...

Devil... Grigori...

Oh.

Oh...

Oh, come on!

Really? DxD? The world where a perverted kid with insane luck can basically kill god with the power of boobs?

Nah, man. Nah! Not this world! At least give me something with less bullshit! Like Fairy Tail or something!

That world has some bullshit like the power of friendship, but at least it's more grounded compared to this shitshow of a world!

Wait, calm down, Augustus, you can work with this.

"Er... I... don't know?"

... Perfect response, Augustus! Be unpredictable, like the crash of the stock market in 1987! Swift and fast!

"..."

He stares at him for a what seemed to be centuries, with Damien almost sweating at the intensity of the stare before he finally shrugs.

"Eh, what's one more stray? Welcome to the family, kid."

... Damn, it must be his devilish looks that make him so charismatic to be able to fool Azazel, the fucking Grigori's governor!

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Shoving the food on the table into his mouth, he chews as he looked at the other white haired kid about the same age as him on the same table staring at him.

"Anyways, Vali, this is Augustus. He'll be living with us from now on."

Augustus gives him a wave with his hand holding onto a pizza before gulping his food, making Vali look in disgust.

"Can you eat cleaner?"

Vali said with a snobbish tone, to which Augustus just gives him the finger, making Vali pissed off.

Heh, kid's angry from a flip of a finger. Kids these days sure are emotional.

"Play nice, both of you. I'm going to my lab now, please don't break anything this time, Vali. And Augustus, control your demonic energy better."

That made Augustus look at Azazel with a confused look while biting on a slice of pizza. 

"Your demonic energy is leaking everywhere, if it weren't for the fact that I'm taking care of Vali, then the whole Grigori would know of your existence."

"What, the whole Grigori?"

He asked after swallowing the pizza. 

"How dumb are you not realize that you're basically a walking beacon?"

Vali retorts with a snort as Azazel nodded at the analogy.

"You're leaking a ton of demonic energy right now from your abysmal energy control, about as much as a High-Class Devil, I estimate. Not bad reserves, by the way."

"Oh..."

Yep, first thing on the bucket list is to control his energy better. Then, second is guns.  

What can he say? Every hybrid needs guns, it's a staple at this point.

"There's a training room in the basement that can withstand an Ultimate-Class attack, so go wild. Vali, show it to him later."

That just caused Vali to groan as a magic circle underneath Azazel lit up before with a flash of light, he disappeared from the house, presumably to his lab or something. 

Now with Vali alone in the house, Augustus decided to make friends with the kid since they'll be in the same house from now on. 

"Friends?"

"Fuck you."

He could tell that this was going to be a good friendship.