DXD: the despair Bringer

A Pitch-Black Night

On a pitch-black night, a group of individuals gathered in an abandoned

building, deep in consultation about something important. The man who appeared

to be the leader spoke with a commanding tone:

"Have you heard of the Black Death? It kills anyone present at night, be

they male or female."

One of them replied, "Yes, I've heard of it. A madman who, just a few

days ago, slaughtered the rival gang, leaving nothing behind but dismembered

corpses. He's a monster—a devil walking the earth."

"Yes, exactly, that's who I mean," the leader replied. "We

need to deal with him. Our master has ordered it, and we must capture him

alive. You all know what will happen to us if we fail."

A shiver ran through everyone who heard this. Suddenly, the faint sound of

clapping echoed through the space, followed by a low, mocking chuckle.

"Oh? Someone wants to capture me?"

They all turned toward the source of the sound, only to find a child, no

older than ten or eleven, standing there.

"Oh, this is amusing," the boy said with a smirk. "But tell

me, is this 'master' of yours a human, or does he belong to one of the other

races of this world? Is he a demon? A fallen angel? Or perhaps a peculiar

vampire? Actually, you know what? I don't really care. I'm here for your

miserable lives."

Before anyone could react, the boy moved swiftly toward the nearest man,

tearing his throat out in one motion. An invisible, strange energy enveloped

him as he stood amidst the chaos.

"He's just one person!" the leader shouted, trying to rally his

men while gripping his weapon. "Let's unite and kill him! If we don't,

he'll slaughter us all. Remember your families—if we fail, he kills us, and if

we run, our master will do the same!"

A Sudden Turn of Events

Within minutes, the abandoned building turned into a blood-soaked scene. Bodies

were scattered everywhere, and only two figures remained: the young boy,

standing unscathed, and a man, wounded and barely clinging to life.

The boy took a step forward, his voice calm yet chilling.

"Oh, you. Will you tell me everything about your master now? Maybe I'll

let you die quickly. Or we can take the hard way. Your choice."

The gang leader, bleeding profusely, chuckled weakly.

"My name is Ahmed," he said with a defiant grin. "I hope you die

the most painful death imaginable. You killed all my brothers, and my master

will destroy you. He's already on his way. I activated the signal he gave me

when I found you. You're doomed, you little devil."

The boy sighed, a trace of annoyance flickering across his face. With a mere

wave of his hand, Ahmed's head rolled to the ground.

"I told you to tell me about your master, not your name. Whatever. It

seems the harvest today is good—14 souls in total. Let's see how many despair

points I've collected. Hmm, 32. Only 20 more points to reach the thousand

needed for the sacrifice."

The boy's expression turned contemplative as he muttered to himself.

"It's been ten years since I was reborn into this world. Compared to my

first and second lives, this world is… strange. Filled with various

races—hidden from the public eye, of course. Vampires, demons, angels, fallen

ones, even gods. There's also a peculiar race known as dragons."

"When I was reborn into this world, I felt something strange in my soul.

At the time, I was just a child and didn't understand it. Later, I discovered

it was a kind of weapon—one capable of forging sacred swords. At first, I was

surprised, but then I learned that one of the gods had gifted humanity these

weapons to protect themselves from supernatural threats."

The boy paused, his tone turning indifferent.

"Not that I care much about it. My interest lies in techniques from my

first life—especially the art of 'Sinj.' It's a skill that grants immense power

if mastered. I call my technique the 'Noble Sacrifice.' It transforms the souls

of those I kill into points based on their despair toward me. The technique has

three forms:

Ordinary Sacrifice: Converting points into rewards. It has four levels:

sacrificing 100, 1,000, 10,000, or an unlimited number of points.

Fateful Sacrifice: Offering the lives of individuals who could have a

significant impact on the world to gain exceptional rewards.

Evolutionary Sacrifice: Even I don't fully understand the conditions for

activating it."

The boy chuckled darkly. "Enough reminiscing for today. It seems our

guest has finally arrived."

A Vampire's Perspective

A vampire was hunched over, feeding on a naked woman's neck. She whimpered,

pleading desperately.

"Please… let me go… I don't want to die…"

"Silence, you worthless creature," he sneered. "You should

feel honored to become my meal."

He sank his fangs deeper, draining her more aggressively. Suddenly, he

paused, feeling a faint vibration in his pocket. Pulling out the device, his

lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Ah, it seems those useless fools finally found him. I hope this person

has some new blood to offer the supernatural world—or perhaps he's just a

wielder of sacred gear Either way, tonight, he'll become my feast."

The woman, sensing his distraction, tried to crawl away. But her body was

too weak to cooperate, and she collapsed on the floor.

"You dare attempt to escape?" the vampire growled, his voice

dripping with malice. He stomped on her chest with force, eliciting a final,

weak gasp.

"Pathetic," he muttered, pressing harder until she went still.

"Now, I must hurry. I can't let my prey escape."

The vampire stepped into the abandoned building, his confidence evident in

every stride.

"I didn't expect the Black Death to be nothing more than a mere boy,"

he said mockingly. "But I was right—perhaps you really are a new-blood,

just entering the supernatural world. Drinking your blood might make me even

stronger."

The boy tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

"Oh? It seems you're preparing yourself. That energy enveloping you—is it

'Touki'? Impressive for someone so young, but it won't matter. I'm a

high-ranking vampire. Killing someone as weak as you will take no more than the

snap of my fingers."

The vampire introduced himself with a sneer.

"I am Louis Flor. I will have my revenge on everyone who has wronged

me—especially that wretched woman!"

"Shut up," the boy interrupted coldly. "I don't care who you

are or what grudges you hold. Right now, we're hunter and prey. Today, either I

kill you, or you kill me."

"You dare interrupt me, you insignificant creature? I will kill you and

everyone you hold dear!"

The Boy's Perspective

As I watched him enter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This

meant it was finally time for the sacrifice. But when he started rambling about

his life story, as if I cared, I decided to silence him.

Summoning a sacred sword from my sacred gear, I cloaked myself in energy and

charged at him.

...….

In the abandoned building, the vampire and the boy faced each other, both ready

to strike. The vampire launched blood spears, each one aimed with deadly

precision, but the boy dodged them with ease. Closing the distance, the boy

slashed at the vampire, who narrowly avoided the attack.

"How can you be this fast?" the vampire spat, retreating to a

higher vantage point.

"It seems the mighty vampire can't handle a mere child," the boy

mocked, feigning disappointment.

"Silence! Victory is all that matters, no matter the method," the

vampire retorted, summoning chains of blood formed from the corpses around him.

The chains coiled around the boy, trapping him.

"I've caught you now! Let's see how you'll escape!"

Unfazed, the boy flexed his muscles, channeling a surge of energy to break

the chains.

"I need to end this quickly," he thought, feeling his small body

starting to falter.

Summoning another sword, he hurled it at the vampire with incredible speed.

The vampire dodged, but the boy scaled the wall with agile precision, leaping

toward him. With a decisive thrust, the sacred sword pierced the vampire's

heart, pinning him to the wall.

"How could this happen? How could I lose to a mere boy from a lower

race?" the vampire gasped, panic creeping into his voice.

Desperation filled his eyes as he muttered, "I need to escape… this is

no ordinary child. I'm going to die…"

The boy approached with a sinister smile.

"It seems I'm the hunter, and you're the prey here. Don't bother begging

for mercy; I'm going to kill you. As for your revenge, don't worry—I'll wipe

out all forms of life on this planet."

The vampire's eyes widened in shock.

"Impossible! You're insane! Do you even understand what you're saying?

There are beings on this planet who could destroy both of us

effortlessly!"

"Enough of your nonsense," the boy said coldly before delivering

the final blow.

Finally, after much effort, I had gathered enough points for the sacrifice.

"Let me reintroduce myself," I muttered, my voice low and resolute.

"I am Karar. I was born in a strange country that was conquered within

three years of my birth. Honestly, I never cared about politics or wars. All I

cared about was growing stronger and doing whatever I wanted."

Over the years, I learned a great deal about this world. From interrogating

people—kindly, of course—and capturing rogue sorcerers, I uncovered many

secrets. Supernatural beings, bizarre religions, even gods—this world is a

powder keg, waiting to explode and obliterate everything.

I've picked up some basics of magic from rogue sorcerers. It's fascinating,

though derived from devil magic. But none of that matters now. I've finally

collected enough despair points for the sacrifice.

"Begin the sacrifice!" I commanded.

A familiar voice from my previous life echoed in my mind.

"Deducting 1,000 despair points. Remaining: 5 points."

The sensation was exhilarating, unparalleled.

"You've obtained the unique ability: [Special Teleportation]."