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Summary: Side story while I continue with Volume 2, Read volume 2, Thank you for reading my work.
Longer version: Had this idea for a while of what's going on in DxD while the MC is in Vol. 2 and decided to act on it and start writing this. If it's not great... sorry I guess? In any case other than that I've been working on another fanfic (Gamer Fic) as well as trying to get my subscribestar page accepted so I can upload on that.. I guess that's it for shit going on..
Oh right, this'll be hopefully around 20-30 chapters and around 1k-1.5k words long depending on how I want to go about this.
Now onto the chapter}
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Two years had passed and with the Supernatural wiping the memories of that day from human minds, most had forgotten the time when the entire world and its dimensions trembled.
But on the first anniversary of that day, something changed. Her body had aged and her memories merged with her current self.
She remembered everything.
The memories of her dad being a tidal wave and killing the man who had tortured her.
The memories of her dad not knowing how to be a father, yet trying his best.
The memories of traveling to another world with him.
The memories of them growing closer.
The memories of her death.
The memories of her other self waking up as a baby, reliving life in a way no one else ever would.
She had told her mother about her memories, most of them at least. There was one thing she had kept to herself.
She could use the same magic as her dad.
It was weaker, but it was there.
She had discovered it in secret when she snuck into her dad's old training room, the one her mother had forbidden her from entering. That was also where she found his katana… Muramasa.
'You are not focusing.'
I rolled my eyes at the deep voice in my mind and swung Muramasa with extra force, making it clear I was still listening.
'Do not get snarky with me, brat.'
"What are you gonna do? Corrupt me like you did my dad?"
I knew it was a low blow. The memories that had been shoved into my mind told a different story, but I still blamed Muramasa. At least, part of me did.
'Good luck.'
I frowned at the cryptic words, but before I could ask what he meant, he faded from my mind.
A cough snapped me out of my thoughts.
I froze.
Turning around slowly, I met my mother's stern gaze. She stood with her hands on her hips looking down at me.
"Eri."
I forced a nervous smile, already knowing what she was going to say. 'Too young to wield a sword. Too young to be messing around with Muramasa. Too young to blah blah-'
"H-hey, Mama. Fancy seeing you here…"
She sighed and I barely resisted wincing at the sound. Wordlessly, she held out her hand palm up.
Lowering my head, I handed Muramasa over.
"You know you're not supposed to wield this." she said. "Do you remember what happened to your dad?"
I nodded. 'More than I'd like to.'
She sighed again this time gesturing toward the exit. "You have school, remember? Off you go."
I groaned but didn't argue, stomping my way back inside to get ready.
~Scene Change~
"Goodbye, Eri-chan!"
I waved to one of my friends before heading down a familiar path, one that didn't lead home but to a place I visited every day after school.
'Hope Uncle isn't drinking this time… I don't want to hear about Dad throwing up on him for the hundredth time.'
Rounding a few corners, I passed through a gate and walked a little further until I reached my dad's grave.
I clenched my fists.
Whenever people spoke of him it was always "The Demon's Voice" as if he were some boogieman. Some refused to even say his name in fear he would rise up from the dead.
And yeah… I'd reluctantly admit that Dad wasn't a good person. But he hadn't started that way. The sword, the chaotic cursed nature of Muramasa, had pushed him down that path.
'At least that's what I told myself.'
Sighing, I ran a hand through my white hair brushing against the small nub of my horn.
I rolled my eyes at my own frustration before turning away, muttering under my breath.
"I'll get stronger, Dad. So strong that I'll be able to avenge you."
~Scene Change~
Kicking off my shoes, I stepped further into Uncle's home and immediately caught the scent of alcohol.
Sigh…
Turning the corner, I found him sprawled on the couch, watching some kind of supernatural news report. He only looked up when he heard me enter.
"Ah, Eri-chan!" He stood up, swaying slightly. His usually neat black hair with its signature golden bang, looked even more unkempt than usual.
"Uncle Azazel, I'm here for training."
He was the only one who knew I could use Dad's magic. He had somehow figured it out before I even told him and had asked if I wanted to train. I'd said yes.
I only ever regretted that answer during training.
"Haha! I'm afraid I'm a little tired for that." he said, laughing. "How about you have a seat while I whip up something?"
I shrugged and flopped onto the couch while he disappeared into the kitchen. Grabbing the remote, I started flipping through channels.
A news segment made me frown.
I quickly switched to another channel before I had to hear more.
The next one was some big-boobed woman pretending to be a magical girl. 'Pass.'
"It's your magic—"
After a few more skips I settled on a human movie just as Uncle came back, holding two burgers.
"So, kid." He plopped down next to me, handing me one of the burgers.
I took a bite, waiting for him to continue.
"Got a crush on anyone?"
I slowly turned to him and raised my hand.
"I was joking, kid!"
Rolling my eyes, I mumbled a noncommittal response and went back to eating.
Uncle sighed dramatically. "Sheesh, just like your mother. No sense of humor..."
We sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the night until I eventually had to head home.
~Scene Change~
'Mura?'
A deep hum resonated in my mind as I hugged Muramasa, sleep slowly creeping in.
'You said you were trapped, that you couldn't communicate with Dad after a while… but you still saw what he saw, right?'
The sword spirit's voice rumbled in my head.
'That is correct. I told him that my consciousness would fade, that I would be gone… It was a lie. To keep him away from things you are not yet ready for.'
I hummed in thought.
'How strong was he? I mean, if he fought without holding back? Uncle said that the attack Dad left behind is still a pain in the ass for the Supernatural. That even now, the world is affected by the nature of his magic.'
Another deep hum.
'That attack… It was by far his strongest. If not for a few limiting factors, it would have split the earth itself.'
I frowned at that, sleep tugging at my mind.
'He never saw his true worth, did he?'
'No… Ryou was a man who only understood his strength at the very end. He was my strongest wielder and the only one I would call friend.'
Sleep finally overtook me but just before I drifted off, I heard his voice one last time.
"While I cannot rank him, I can say this... he had the potential to—"
I fell asleep before he could finish.