DXD: the despair Bringer

Shortly after the battle…

"Oh, it seems the Black Death was here. That damned bastard leaves all the

corpses lying around without cleaning up. Oh, what's this? Is this the

vampire's body? Looks like he killed a vampire this time, though it was barely

a high-ranking one. Still, this makes things more dangerous. I need to figure

out who this person is—the Lady Leviathan wants him captured alive."

A voice interrupted his thoughts, speaking as its owner descended with black

feathered wings.

"Oh, oh, oh, I didn't expect to find you here, Mazen," the figure said

mockingly.

"You're here, Sunlil?" Mazen replied, clearly annoyed. "It seems you

followed me from the neighboring town to this place. Is Azazel also after the

Black Death?"

"That's classified information," Sunlil replied with a laugh. He looked at

the vampire's corpse, noticing sword marks. "Judging by these traces, it seems

he has the Rebirth of the Sword scared gear ," he thought to himself,

examining the bodies, particularly the vampire.

"Whatever," Sunlil continued. "I need to leave quickly. This area is still

under the control of Python of Mesopotamia. And don't forget, Mazen—destroy the

vampire's body. Leave the others; the Black Death has already become public

knowledge." With that, he prepared to leave.

"Wait," Mazen said, but Sunlil ignored him and disappeared in a flash.

"Those winged bastards always run away so quickly," Mazen muttered. "Now I need

to clean up this mess before anyone from the general public discovers the

existence of the supernatural."

Morning, 6:00 AM

In someone's house, a TV broadcast played on a channel summarizing the day's

events. The anchor spoke:

"Dear viewers from alalaihrar Town, I want to alert you that the criminal known

as the Black Death has committed a new massacre, claiming the lives of over

fourteen individuals. It appears that these victims were members of a local

gang that the Black Death wiped out entirely. We urge all viewers to avoid

going out at night, as that's when the criminal is most active. Now, back to

the morning sports bulletin."

"This Black Death is killing everyone in the area. Should I move away?" the

man watching TV wondered aloud. But a voice from the kitchen interrupted his

thoughts.

"Abu Hussein, breakfast is ready."

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Abu Hussein replied. "Um Hussein, don't forget to wake

the kids," he added.

"I'll take care of it," she responded.

In one of the bedrooms…

A boy lay in bed, clearly in the grip of a nightmare.

"Dad, why didn't you save me when they tortured me and my sister? Why didn't

you save my mother? Where were you when they killed us? Where were you when

they turned my sister into a monster? WHERE WERE YOU?" the small boy shouted,

his body covered in scars from stitches, experiments, and torture.

"Son, listen to me. I—" a man, clearly his father, began, but the boy

interrupted him.

"LIAR! It's all your fault. Everything happened because of you and your desire

to be a hero!"

Suddenly, a strange sound jolted the boy awake.

"Karar, wake up. It's time for breakfast and school," a voice called.

"Huh, another nightmare," Karar muttered. "These nightmares haunt me every

night in this second life. The cries of my children and the voice of my wife

remind me of who I am now. If only I hadn't tried to be the savior, perhaps I

could have stayed with them forever. My first life is what shaped me into what

I am now. These nightmares will always remind me of my mistakes and regrets for

abandoning my family to become a hero."

He replied to his mother, "I'm coming, Mom."

6:20 AM – Breakfast

At the breakfast table sat six people: two parents and four children—two boys

and two girls.

The father said, "Say Bismillah before eating."

"Yes, Dad," they all responded.

After a while, one of the girls spoke to everyone at the table.

"Have you heard about the Black Death? He's so famous at school. Everyone talks

about him—my friends, the teachers—it's everywhere!"

"Be quiet, Susan! Don't mention a serial killer's name here," her older brother

snapped.

"Well said, Hussein," their father interjected. "We shouldn't talk about that

madman. He's nothing but a monster walking the earth. God will hold him

accountable for his actions. You all must come straight home after school. It's

not safe these days."

Karar's Perspective

I don't know what to feel when my family in this world talks about me during

meals. How would they react if they found out I am the Black Death?

Would they be terrified to death? Faint? Refuse to believe it? Or perhaps even

support what I do? Whatever it is, this world is so technologically advanced

compared to my first life. If I were to compare, my first world would equal the

steam age, my second the medieval age, and this one is far beyond both.

But humans here are so weak. They can't even break rocks with physical

strength. Their endurance is low, and their average lifespan is only 80 years,

compared to 160 in my second life and 300 in my first. Moreover, humans here

lack special abilities or energy of their own.

Now, I need to focus on the ability I gained from the sacrifice: Special

Teleportation. It's an excellent power. I can teleport anywhere I've been

before, or even places I haven't visited, as long as I know the direction. This

will be very useful, especially now that I sense a web forming around me,

waiting for the right moment to catch me.

I also can't rely on luck to keep my location hidden forever. My sinj art [noble

sacrifice] has its downsides, like bad luck and an inability to hide

indefinitely. Trouble will knock on my door sooner or later. I need to hurry

and collect despair points for the next sacrifice, And I also need to learn magic, as I only know a few simple

spells. Especially since I recently found a magical book explaining the basics

of Norse rune arts. Though I find this strange—how could such a thing be among

a collection of old books in a market, as if someone deliberately placed it

there for me? Something interrupted my thoughts when my mother said, "Karrar,

finish your breakfast and get ready to go to school." Oh, damn, it's coming—so

I thought.

7:20 AM – On the way to school

On my way to school, I realize it's not the best situation. Talking to ignorant

kids about trivial things is irritating, and there's nothing for me to learn

there. Though I could hypnotize my family into letting me skip school, doing so

would reveal my location to the supernatural world quickly.

Suddenly, as I stood at the school gate, I felt a familiar magical presence.

No, it was a demonic one—someone who's been hunting me for a while. But what I

sensed here was just a remnant, like they had made a deal with someone.

I scanned my surroundings carefully and locked eyes on the person. It was

the school principal.

He spoke, "Why are you standing at the gate? Hurry to your class; the morning

assembly is about to start."

"Yes, I'm going," I replied, walking to my class while smiling darkly.

It seems the devil chasing me has made a pact with the principal. How

delightful. Now I can deal with the devil and stir up some trouble. Sitting at

my desk, wicked ideas formed in my mind, each one worse than the last.

One thing is certain: someone will suffer today.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the morning assembly…