The Almighty was the supreme power to perceive and govern fate itself.
Its wielder could witness countless futures simultaneously, reading every possible outcome as though they were pages in an endless book.
Every choice, every action, every consequence branched into countless possibilities, all laid bare before their eyes.
To the user, the future was no longer an unknown mystery, but a landscape that could be observed in its entirety.
There was no attack, deception, illusion, or carefully crafted strategy could remain hidden before its gaze.
Ambushes lost their meaning before they were even conceived.
Feints were exposed the instant they entered an opponent’s mind.
Every movement, every spell, every betrayal, and every desperate last stand had already been witnessed long before they ever came to pass.
More terrifying still, the user could choose the future they desired, discarding countless unfavorable outcomes while allowing only the one they wished to become reality.
An unavoidable defeat could become a flawless victory.
A fatal wound could become a harmless graze.
An impossible obstacle could simply cease to be one.
Against such an ability, even the concept of probability became meaningless.
Of course, an ability of this magnitude was absurdly overpowered.
In Bleach, it had to be Nerfed heavily through a unique combination of circumstances so that Ichigo could win.
Without those narrative factors, The Almighty was portrayed as one of the most overwhelming abilities in the series.
Now imagine such a power existing within the world of High School DxD.
A setting where Devils manipulated reality with demonic power, Angels wielded holy light, Fallen Angels mastered Sacred Gears, Dragons embodied overwhelming might, and Gods themselves shaped the laws of existence.
The balance of the entire supernatural world rested upon strength, planning, and hidden trump cards.
The Almighty would shatter that balance.
In a world where countless factions fought to control destiny…The one who possessed The Almighty would become destiny itself.
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Kuoh Town.
A quiet park illuminated by dim streetlights and the pale glow of the moon.
The sound of flowing water echoed softly from the fountain at the center, mixing with the gentle rustling of leaves as a cool night breeze swept through the trees.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been the perfect place for couples to take a late-night stroll or for exhausted students to unwind after a long day.
Yet the peaceful atmosphere had long since been destroyed.
The metallic smell of blood saturated the air so heavily it became suffocating.
Crimson drops splattered onto the stone pavement one after another with soft, rhythmic taps, slowly forming a dark puddle beneath trembling feet.
Broken feathers, stained black and red, drifted lazily through the air before settling across the blood-soaked ground.
Even the fountain seemed quieter, as though nature itself had fallen silent.
A translucent purple barrier stretched across the entire park, isolating it completely from the outside world.
Intricate magical symbols pulsed faintly across its surface, preventing anyone beyond it from witnessing the carnage within.
Beyond the shimmering veil, normal life continued uninterrupted.
Cars passed by.
Streetlights flickered.
People laughed in the distance, completely unaware that a life-or-death struggle had just taken place only a few meters away.
None of them could see the nightmare unfolding inside.
Two figures stood near the fountain.
One of them was a woman with black wings extending proudly from her back, marking her identity as a Fallen Angel.
Her black dress clung tightly to her curvy figure, and strands of raven hair stuck to her sweat-covered face.
Normally, her beauty alone would have captivated countless men but at this moment her appearance was the last thing anyone would notice.
Fear had completely overtaken her expression.
Her golden eyes were wide with unimaginable terror.
Cold sweat poured down her face as her entire body trembled violently, every instinct in her mind screaming at her to flee.
Unfortunately…she couldn’t.
Standing before her was a teenage boy.
One hand was wrapped tightly around her throat, effortlessly lifting her several centimeters off the ground with monstrous strength that no ordinary human should possess.
Her feet kicked desperately at the empty air, unable to find purchase.
His other hand held a brilliant saber-like blade forged entirely from radiant a energy.
The weapon had been driven deep into her chest, piercing straight through her heart without the slightest hesitation.
Blood dripped from the blade in slow, steady droplets, each one splashing against the stone pavement with deafening clarity.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
( Drip to hard don’t stand too close, you’re gonna fuck around and drown)
His eyes glowed faintly beneath the moonlight.
They weren’t merely cold.
They were completely devoid of sympathy or hesitation, as though the life slipping away before him carried no more significance than stepping on an insect.
“You had to interrupt my night walk, didn’t you, Fallen Angel?” the boy asked calmly.
His voice wasn’t loud, he didn’t need to shout.
Every word carried an overwhelming pressure that pressed against the Fallen Angel’s very soul.
It felt as though an invisible mountain had been dropped onto her shoulders, making breathing itself an impossible task.
The Fallen Angel could barely gasp beneath his grip.
Pain spread throughout every nerve in her body from the blade lodged inside her chest while the hand around her throat tightened more and more with every passing second.
Her vision blurred, heartbeat weakened.
It was clear that death had never felt so close.
“I…
I…
I’m sorry…” she stuttered weakly, tears beginning to gather in the corners of her eyes.
She wasn’t apologizing because she regretted attacking him, she was apologizing because she wanted to live.
The teenager’s expression didn’t change.
Not even slightly.
His crimson eyes remained completely emotionless as they stared into hers.
“I don’t remember asking for an apology.”
The next moment…Her scream pierced through the barrier.
With a single brutal twist, he rotated the blade inside her chest, shredding flesh and organs before violently ripping it free in one merciless motion.
SHLK!
A torrent of blood erupted into the air, splattering across the pavement, the nearby fountain, and the Fallen Angel’s own black wings.
Her body convulsed violently.
Her mouth opened soundlessly as what little life remained rapidly faded from her eyes.
Within seconds…The light in them disappeared completely.
The teenager released his grip without the slightest care.
Her limp body collapsed onto the ground with a sickening thud, blood continuing to spread beneath her like a crimson lake.
Silence returned.
The fountain resumed its gentle rhythm.
The breeze continued to sway the trees.
It was almost as though the park itself had accepted yet another corpse.
The blade dissolved into countless particles before disappearing like smoke carried away by the wind.
Without sparing the dead Fallen Angel another glance, the boy casually stepped away from the bloodstained area.
His gaze drifted downward.
‘My new shoes…’ he thought irritably as he noticed the faint crimson stains splattered across his spotless white sneakers.
A crease appeared on his forehead.
He sighed softly.
With a casual snap of his fingers, a nearly invisible pulse of energy expanded outward from his body.
In an instant…Every trace of blood vanished.
His clothes became spotless once again and his hands were perfectly clean.
Even the tiny stains on his shoes disappeared completely, leaving them as pristine as if they had just come out of the box.
‘I hate it when people interrupt my night strolls,’ he thought while casually shoving both hands into his pockets.
As though he hadn’t just ended someone’s life moments earlier.
He calmly walked toward the edge of the barrier.
The moment his body touched the shimmering purple wall, countless cracks spread across its surface like shattered glass.The entire barrier trembled violently.
BOOM!
It exploded into countless fragments of violet light that scattered into the night sky before fading away completely.
The supernatural prison vanished.
The sounds of the city immediately returned.
Cars drove past without slowing down.
Students continued chatting as they walked home.
A dog barked somewhere in the distance.
Not a single ordinary human realized that a Fallen Angel had just been executed only a few meters away from them.
The teenager never looked back.
There was no satisfaction, pride or regret really.
Just complete indifference.
With both hands resting inside his pockets, he continued walking beneath the moonlit sky at an unhurried pace, disappearing into the quiet streets of Kuoh as though he had merely finished an evening stroll.
His name…
A name that, before long, every Devil, Fallen Angel, Angel, Dragon, and God would come to know.
For hidden within those calm crimson eyes rested a power capable of bringing even destiny itself to its knees.
Peace