Hybrid Theory

Chapter 1

A day has passed, and the whole Vatican couldn't be more impressed, they have benn trying for years to found a host for the lacrimas, they've believed that only a strong man or woman would be “worthy” to carry on with the power that the lacrimas contained. Never, even in their wildest dreams they would believe that a kid, of what seem to be 7 years old, could carry the lacrimas for almost a day. This was an interesting turn of events.

The kid didn't wake up for other three days, in which his body had presented some interesting changes, his once black hair had now turned into dark blue, his skin had aquire a darker tone, his fangs and nails had gown giving him an animalistic form, finally, four tattoos had appeared in his body. In his right forearm, there was in a dark purple:

(I don't know how to describe it)

And in his arm there was what appeared to be a silver/white sabertooth:

In his left forearm there was in a bright red this one:

And in his left arme there was a black sabertooth:

When the kid woke up he was attacked with multiple questions that two minor rank priests or two guards asked. It was overwhelming, and the little boy was scared, he didn't understand what was happening, why he was there, it was all confusing and the man's shouting were frightening. The boy curled up and embrace himself seeking for some kind of protection, but, for the guards and priests the view was quite different, the room was freezing cold, yet, the boy was covered in a thin layer of fire. On the flor, the a black smoke began to appear from the shadows, and the lights began to shine bright like a star.

The questions began to become more aggressive and the guards little by little were approaching to the boy, which made the boy feel even more scared and made the changes be more drastic. It all turn south when one guard tried to grab the boy's arm. Just one second, it was all the time it took to the guard to te turn to ashes, the astonishment in the other men present last for a few seconds, then, one of them turned into a purple ice statue, other was consumed by the shadows in the floor, the las one was blinded by the light in the ceiling, a second later a thin ray of light go through his chest.

It was all over, in a few seconds a simple boy has killed four men, and yet, he didn't even know it, he was still embracing himself.

Ten years later.

Three hooded figures were walking down street in the middle of the night, the one in the left had a big cruz shape like object wrapped in bandages, the one in the middle had no distinctive things, finally, the one in the right was taller than the other two for at least twenty centimeters. The trio soon reach their destiny, and abandoned church.

“It seems... Deteriorated...” Said a feminine voice.

“Well, I heard there was a fight between devils and fallen angels” Answered another feminine voice, just as that sentence was finished the two small hooded figures removed the hood reveling two girls, one with short blue hair with a green line in the front, the other girl had brown long hair accommodated in two ponytails.

“It doesn't matter” Interrupted the tall figure removing his hood, reveling a long and messy dark blue hair and brown skin (Basically he looks like Acnologia but with different tattoos) “We have to rest, it's been a long journey and tomorrow you're going to meet whit the devils”

“What about you?” Questioned the brown headed.

“I'm going to visit the town, see if I can catch something” He touch his noise while saying that “Also, you know this will go crazy if I'm close to a devil for a long time” Now he was pointing the tattoo in his right forearm.

The next day.

Asia couldn't help but feel dirty, it has been a while since she was turn into a devil, and yet she couldn't come up whit it, it felt wrong. She tried to make that feeling go away with acting like it didn't bother her, like if she was “okey” with it. She even tried to act like the devils that surrounded her, to act like Rias, to act like a “devil”. But it didn't help, it only made it worst.

She missed him, the only one that didn't call her witch, the one that didn't treat her like scum, “Larcade” she wondered how he was doing. “Will he keep his promise?” That question invaded her mind every time she thinks of him.

“Asia, are you ready?” That took her out of her thoughts, well, another day to fake.

The afternoon had arrived, Larcade was wondering around town, it was all calm, Xenovia and Irina had gone to the house of an old friend of Irina that now is a devil in service under the Gremory house. That was pretty convenient, to have a friend of one of the devils in charge of the zone, well, faith was in their side.

He kept wondering, only stopping for a few seconds to snif the air, trying to catch anything related to their mission. Well, that was the thing that he was supposed to do, but since they arrive to Kouh, there was a smell that didn't stop bothering him, it was something he know, but couldn't put a finger on it.

That's why he chose to wonder around town, to try to find that smell and figure out why it was so nostalgic. It didn't hurt him until he passed by a school, a pretty big one, but he couldn't care less, he had finally recognized that smell and began to track it. Without caring about anything else he run through the school until he finally arrived to and old building, he recognized the smells of Irina and Xenovia along whit devils, and between them there she was, but, What was she doing among devils?

“I never thought I'd see a witch here” That did it. He ran against the doors, passing them like if they didn't exist, he continue running until he reached the main hall, whit just a whit just one look that last less than a second he knew there was no mistake, it was her, Asia.

Faster than a blink he trapped her in a hug, not letting anyone to process what just happened.

“Larcade, what are you doing here?” Questioned Irina, but he ignores her.

“Who the hell are you?!” Shouted Issei but he was ignored too.

“La... Larcade?” That escaped from Asia's mouth once she could process the events, with that word Larcade stopped hugging her and took a step back, just to see her better, he had a gigantic smile in his face and an expression of pure happiness, expression that Asia shared a few seconds latter.

But anything can be that perfect, when he finally recovered control over himself, he catched a smell he didn't noticed before, Asia's odor was mixed with a devil odor, his smile fade away.

“Larcade?” Asked Asia, a second later she was covered in a layer of purple ice that made her look like a perfect statue.

“What did you do to her?!” Asked Larcade “calmly” to no one in particular.