Like every protagonist {DxD X Male Reader}

The one who opposed Destiny

The dazzling moon lit up the sky with its humble glow, casting a low light for all those below

On this rather peaceful day there was a teen who stood atop of a building with an indifferent gaze riddled with contempt

His expression one of a cold emperor looking down upon their subjects

He donned a dark dress shirt that hugged his body a bit tightly as it displayed his robust muscles, his figure speaking of great strength and vigor that only an extremely fit youth could display

He wore a similar onyx pants with simple dress shoes from olden times, his red piercing gaze seemed to cast a shadow over all of Kuoh

"A sheathed sword is more frightening than a drawn blade" he knew not where these words came from as he uttered under his breath

"This is rather debatable, after all, the sheathed sword might be cracked or even improperly placed. But a drawn blade can truly show the beauty of said accoutrement, it can draw fear. But if the blade is never shown, those that oppose will not know what to fear, a false scabbard? A mere shell?" He once again muttered to himself, a habit he had grown upon when alone

He slowly closed his eyes, his expression flickering as he slowly opened them

Before his eyes laid the foundation of all of Kuoh, massive threads that flailed amounted to an incomprehensible number

Each and every object, be it sentient or not had numerous threads softly swaying around in the air like small tentacles

But of course, there was a discernibility between objects and flesh of the humans

Each human came with certain types of threads, green, pink, black, blue, yellow, and the average gray that everyone held

Similarly, the objects only held two thread similarities between it and humans

They were black and gray

Every being held a black thread, be it a simple concept, a pet, family, friends, a rock, a textbook, computer, etc.

This represented in a way death. Or at least that it's what it seemed, but in actuality it represented the end

One would say, is there much of a different? Absolutely

Death was like life, it was a new prosperity for those that fall, but what falls can always be brought back up

You can always become a zombie, similarly being dead and alive at the same. Or a ghost, Dullahan, Demon, reincarnation, etc.

The black thread didn't represent death

It represented the end of their life for all eternity, to be forever wiped out of existence without a trace of your glory

Like a god losing their authority, all will forget as they slowly crumble, futilely stretching their hand for support only to be met with cold gazes

The black thread represented all of their existence. Their life, memories, talent, interests, heart, mind, soul, will.

It represented everything of oneself

And no matter how much Y/n tried, no matter how much he stretched his hand, or for how long

He could never grasp it

Why?

Because the black thread wasn't fate, it never was and it never will be

It was destiny

What was destiny? The life of all beings! It represented their wishes! Their power! Their intelligence! It represented their very being!