DxD: Lost in Time

As I slashed through my next opponent with cold efficiency, my mother's precise shots rang out in the distance. Each bolt of energy a death sentence to any devil foolish enough to exploit an opening. Her accuracy was terrifying. No wasted movement. No hesitation. Just cold, surgical destruction.

I frowned, the sight stirring an uncomfortable weight in my chest.

It was a reminder—a brutal one,that this wasn't just a battle for pride or dominance. It was life and death. And if I held back… if I let arrogance or caution dull my blade and something happened to her… or anyone else… the blame would be mine alone.

I had to stop playing around.

It wasn't enough to be strong, I needed to be undeniable.

My eyes shifted to the oncoming wave of devils, their collective bloodlust palpable in the air. They weren't weaklings, not by any stretch. Each one of them radiated enough power to threaten my base form. Alone, they were manageable. Together? A storm.

A storm I was more than willing to break.

The reason I take my time revealing my tricks is simple. It makes it all the more satisfying when they realize how utterly helpless they are.

I raised my sword, shadows writhing across the blade like living serpents, and smiled.

"Primordial Shadows: Sever."

A slash, blacker than the void itself, tore through the battlefield. It wasn't just a cut. It was an execution. The darkness surged forth in an unstoppable tide, consuming everything in its path. Bodies, weapons, even the very light seemed to vanish as it passed.

But that wasn't the most dangerous part.

No.

This technique wasn't a simple wave of destruction. It was a manifestation of a far more terrifying concept.

Negación.

A power that could tear through the very fabric of reality.

The spatial distortion at its core made it more than just an attack—it was a rejection of existence itself. Anything caught in its wake wasn't just destroyed. It was erased.

A move like this wasn't without risk. If I pushed too far. If I let the technique unravel beyond my control. The consequences would be catastrophic.

I held back. For now.

"Shit! What the fuck is happening?!" one of the enemy soldiers screamed in panic, his voice raw with terror.

He didn't scream for long.

His head rolled from his shoulders in a clean arc before his body slumped to the blood-soaked ground.

Pathetic.

They were still trying to process what was happening, as if understanding would save them. It wouldn't. And we wouldn't sit idly while they figured it out.

Uncertainty was a weapon, and I wielded it mercilessly.

"Get your heads together, men!" a gruff voice roared from the chaos. "We must show these peasants their place—"

I almost laughed.

Their arrogance would be their undoing. They still thought this was a battle they could win.

Fools.

I wasn't even close to being finished.

I still had one more trick up my sleeve. After that? I'd be down to my Hollow powers and a whole arsenal of Kidō—most of which I had never tested in real combat.

Reckless? Maybe. But hesitation meant death. And I had no intention of dying here.

My mask began to crack, the jagged lines glowing faintly before shattering into a surge of dark crimson energy. I tore it away from my face, feeling the raw power swirl and twist through my veins. The rush was intoxicating—a reminder of just how much I was holding back.

But this wasn't the time to indulge.

I channeled a heavy surge of Reiryoku into my palm, focusing the energy with deliberate precision. If I wanted to wipe the board clean, I had to hit fast and hit hard.

I took a breath, voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

"It's time for Operation: Hear No Evil!"

A flash of green streaked through the battlefield—faster than the eye could follow, faster than any of them could hope to react. Wherever it passed, bodies crumpled like broken marionettes. Limbs flew, blood sprayed in arcs across the ground, and the air grew heavy with the stench of iron and death.

It wasn't elegant.

It didn't need to be.

By the time anyone realized what was happening, half of them were already dead.

I raised my hand, fingers curling as I gathered even more Reiryoku, my mother's familiar presence flaring beside me. Without a word, she covered my blind spots—a silent confirmation that she knew what I was about to do.

Her trust in me was absolute. I wasn't going to let her down.

"Hadō #1: Shō!"

The effect was instantaneous.

An invisible force surged outward, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave. Everything in front of me, everything... was thrown backward in a chaotic blur. Some of the devils were too slow to react, their bodies twisting unnaturally as their own bones pierced through their skin.

Others weren't lucky enough to die quickly. Impaled by their own weapons, choking on blood as their broken forms hit the ground.

The unlucky few who survived? They were torn apart by the sheer backlash, caught in the frenzy of their comrades' flailing weapons. The air was thick with the wet sound of bodies breaking, the clatter of swords striking flesh, and the helpless cries of those too weak to stand.

A stray sword spun through the air, carving through the neck of a devil who had only just managed to rise. Blood sprayed across the scorched earth in violent streaks.

It was chaos. Pure, merciless chaos.

And I was the one who unleashed it.

I didn't flinch. I didn't hesitate. This was war—there was no room for weakness.

"Formation: Light Within The Shadows!" I barked the order without looking back.

My mother responded instantly. No words needed—just action.

Her spear ignited with a radiant glow—a deceptive beauty masking the deadly force behind it. My sword, in contrast, erupted with writhing tendrils of shadow, blacker than midnight and colder than death itself.

A delicate balance. Light and darkness. Creation and destruction.

As the battlefield trembled beneath our combined power, I could feel it—we were only getting started.

An audible gulp echoed through the battlefield as the surviving warriors froze, their eyes locked on the aftermath in front of them. Fear—raw and primal— crept into their hearts. What they had just witnessed defied reason, defied reality itself.

Why? Why would anyone unleash that much power on mere foot soldiers while true monsters still lurked in the shadows?

It wasn't just overkill. It was madness.

Their minds raced, replaying the scene over and over again as if trying to convince themselves it wasn't real. But the blood, the bodies, the lingering pressure of his power—none of it could be denied. In that single moment, many saw their lives flash before their eyes, as if Death itself stood beside them, patiently waiting.

And yet, the true horror had only just begun.

The battlefield—a once chaotic clash of steel and sorcery—was now a graveyard. Thousands had been caught in the blast, their lives extinguished in the blink of an eye. Flesh, armor, and magic—nothing had been spared. All that remained was an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of a masked man's laughter.

It wasn't the laughter of someone who took pleasure in slaughter. No—this was something else entirely. Wild. Unrestrained. As if the sheer act of destruction was a release, a necessity for something deeper and far more dangerous.

The purple-haired woman standing nearby simply shook her head, lips pressing into a thin line.

To anyone else, it would be an unimaginable sight—a massacre on such a scale, wrought by a single man. But to her? This was routine. Typical, even.

She had grown accustomed to this side of him—the raw violence, the uncontrollable storms he unleashed whenever things escalated. It wasn't the first time, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. If anything, this was tame compared to what he was truly capable of.

Her eyes softened briefly as a memory crept to the surface—a time during the last war when a devil had injured her. It hadn't even been a fatal wound, just a desperate, clumsy attack.

But it didn't matter.

The moment he saw her bleed, something inside him snapped.

Without a word, without hesitation, the devil had been reduced to a pulp—crushed beneath the weight of five massive boulders, each one heavier than the last. And the worst part? He had still been Hollowfied back then.

The violence, the destruction—wasn't calculated. It wasn't cold or cruel. It was personal.

He only loses control when I'm hurt. That speaks volumes, doesn't it?

Her fingers twitched slightly as she remembered his words during one of their rare, quiet moments together.

"There's a monster inside me," he had said once, voice calm and distant. But then he had laughed softly, shaking his head. "But don't be mistaken. It's still me. Just… another part of who I am."

Maybe he was right. Maybe the line between man and monster had blurred long ago. And yet…

Her train of thought shattered when something caught her attention, a crucial detail.

The battlefield should have been empty—void of any remaining life. And yet…

The Qi signatures of their enemies still burned bright. Unyielding. Unfaltering.

They weren't dead.

Her heart clenched as cold realization struck.

"Something is not right!"

And then she saw it.

Suspended in the air where his attack had landed was a jagged, shimmering tear in space itself. It pulsed with a kaleidoscope of colors. Twisting, writhing, as if reality itself had been fractured. The air around it buzzed with unstable energy, warping the light and sending jagged ripples through the battlefield.

A spatial tear.

A ripple in the fabric of existence.

Okay… I did not think I hit hard enough to sever the space-time continuum…

A chill ran down his spine. Something wasn't right, something was coming.

A faint sound, barely perceptible, cut through the thick air. The distant crack of something breaking through the sound barrier.

Most wouldn't hear it.

But he did.

The subtle hum of compressed energy slicing through the atmosphere. The whisper of something far too fast, far too precise to be natural.

His instincts screamed at him

MOVE!

!!!

With a blur of motion, Hisashi vanished from where he stood, the air shattering with the force of his Sonidō. In an instant, he reappeared several meters away, just as a brilliant blast of compressed energy tore through the space he had occupied a heartbeat ago.

Whatever had fired that shot… wasn't done yet.

"You have been a thorn on our side for far too long!" I turned my head, looking past my shoulders. What I saw was a woman I recognised instantly. Her dark skin, brown hair and grey-blue eyes...

I grinned at her.

Boom!

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Happy Reading Everybody!

It's Saturday on my side, so I will release on Saturday and Sunday. I won't release 3 Chapters this week but next week, I will try.

Just make do with two Chapters.

I am rewriting previous Chapters. Chapters with the (Edited) have been dealt with and I will fix the issue with Chapter 7 and 8.